And the hatchet falls

And the hatchet falls


Running with a hatchet
Screaming at the top of my fucking voice.
You say you know me
Say you been there
I ain’t seen you anywhere near it

Prissy little bitches walking around
Saying everything will be fine
I flicked her off and walked away
Fuck that shit
Little miss prissy bitchy don’t know how the hell to kill

I walked in the room to see what I could find
I seen the one think I knew would happen
Miss good fucking girl fucking my boyfriend
I walked over to the bed and sling her to the floor
“Oh please don’t hurt me I promise you I didn’t hurt anything in my play”
With my fist pounding in her face
I grab my hatchet I smile down at her as she knows she’s coming to an end

Walls being painted but the rain of blood.
She screams as the hatchet comes down on her throat
Rage running in my veins
I laugh at the flood of crimson staining the ground
A couple more whacks and I’ll be fine

I stand to appreciate my accomplished kill
Smirking the blood along my face I turned to the victims willing playmate
Leaving my threat as I left the room,
The hatchet flying at him dreadfully missing his head
The sound of the blood dripping on to the floor from the handle
My dead grin widen knowing my deed was done