Whore To a Chainsaw

Before reading, note that I wrote this because I was bored and like to make up sick poems like this. I'm not mentally ill or anything like that. Just thought I had to get that out in the open. This is a creative artwork, so don't go saying I'm fking crazy and gonna shoot up a school. *Fun Fact: Wrote this in about 8 mins.* Why are you crying? Why are you shaking? Why can't I see that face you're making? Oh, That face, the face of fear. well, why are you so scared my dear? "What goes around comes around" that's what they say. Besides, everyone dies someday. It just so happens that your time is short; well that's your fault, for being a whore. you can't blame me for your sins you wretch. My job is to kill you, and to God leave the rest. Although I will do it, it won't be quick. It will torture your soul, make your very essence sick. what will I use? what tool today? it must be a special one, for the whore dies this day. Ah! Perfect! A chainsaw right here, I'll start with your toes, and work up to your ears. May this chainsaw be a seal of fate. For you who chose to betray my faith. Well that's ok, it won't be too long. After I'm through, I'll throw you in the trash where you belong. Maybe even use your blood as water; blood shower, yes, what a wonderful idea! Oh dear, you look so pale, I'd feel bad if it wasn't your betrayal. Oh well! Maybe in another life you can try again, but for now, smile for my little friend!