my package in the middle of the floor…
my eyes wide as i explore…
mine, just for me…
as i begin to unwrap…
sticky wrapping…
staining my fingers…
but my gift i desire…
so rip harder…
and faster…
to see what she has for me…
but alas, i see…
as the flesh wrapping falls away…
more work for me…
my prize i desire…
buried in her cadaver…
and as i snap back the ribs…
what do i find…
a cavity…
nothing…
a whole where her heart should be…

Walk through the door
With murder in store
Watch them hit the floor
They are no more