Malechai just stared at my beautiful hair. He grasped my skeletal wrist.
With gasoline eye's and purple thighs he slaughterd me with his fist.
Malechai grips my furious hips. He envies my foggy eyes.
With loving lips and bloody rips he plans my straight demise.
Malechai teases whenever he pleases. He cuts me with his voice.
With razor rust and incestial lust he wants me to rejoice...