"Sewage Waste"

I'll do things of which she never would dream.
I'll make her suffer all the while,
And I'll have too much fun.
She'll bleed from the torso
As I gnaw away flesh,
Risking the horrors of human contact.
My inner torment shall not interfere
With the task I must perfect to find "inner peace."

The weakness, my sickness, comes afterwards,
The disease which I give to myself.
I will scrub her germs from my hands,
Feeling poisioned by her life juice
But proud of the sparkling red stains.
I will never feel guilty and never feel pleased.
Though I am a sadist, I do suffer more,
And I sit on my royal throne with a grin.