Your Turn

Enter the draggin'.

By that I mean the body I have

Trailing behind me, attached by the bit

In its mouth and the rein in my hand.

I make sure to do this so they don't make a sound.

Oh? You didn't know this wasn't my

First time?

Sorry, I forget that my anonymity precedes me.

It is a double-edged sword,

Pardon the cliche.

I hate using one,

Since I eschew becoming one,

But I don't have time

To think up a new phrase.

I have a body to bury.

Well, once it's dead, anyway.

Of course, I need to defile it first,

Though I'm not sure how

I should do that this time.

After all, if there is one thing

I learned from the movie Henry,

It's this:

Never kill the same way twice.

I took this to a whole new level

(Never a whole nother level, since

that's not even a fucking word)

With my killings.

And that's this:

Sometimes I defile them, and I like to let

You just use your imagination,

Since you're pretty twisted anyway,

Even if you won't admit it.

Sometimes I make them defile themselves,

And again, use your imagination.

But let me tell you, people rapt with

Desperation get pretty inventive, and sometimes

They impress even me.

Sometimes I make a loved one defile them,

And this is when I truly get to learn

The true depth and meaning of depravity.