Kate Ii (In the Shower I Devour).

Last telling the tale of the lovely Kate About to ask for our first formal date The Gods had decreed her to my collection plate Quenching the thirst for Satan's mortality rate I question where to make the first incision Transverse above the breast my decision Organs opening as flowers once bloomed Soon to be desecrated under the soil entombed The garden's daffodils n' roses of varying hues Crimson pinks, scarlet shades of violent blues She is soiled and defiled and bears another's child to the naked eye unforeseen The shower's steam sparkle n' gleam, as I carve the liver and oh such a tender spleen The pericardium fluid washes away the liver's bile, an ultimate climactic aquamarine Fondling the liver I can almost forgive her for she herself a mere child seventeen Dazzling brilliant ruby red droplets, create pattern from this intimate splatter I'm calm and composed not like Alice's friend the chaotic brain scattered Mad Hatter.