Vicer Exciser

My monument is progressing. Bereft is thy deed [bad word] 
By all means you’ll be alive. But not intact. I’ve sewn your lips to smile.
With your own defecation on your lips I’ll knock that [bad word] eating grin right off your face
Abnormally disfigured designs. You observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted.
You have no choice but [bad word] with my scalpel. And my license to kill.
Anal seepage flowing. I can’t repress the urge.
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth.
Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal. I’m alive.
She cried out helplessly again.
I ripped her limb from [bad word] limb. Just one less [bad word] to walk this [bad word] earth.
I will spit right in your [bad word] face.
How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist.
You will never [bad word] again.
My scalpel gleams. My attention cast aside.
Hardening arteries begging for an inimical [bad word]  Byproducts of digestion soak the floor.
I’m searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste.
Flowing in your jugular.
The heart is pumping faster.
As I lie and wait to watch you [bad word] from every [bad word] 
The necrotizing fasciitis [bad word] its work.
No anesthesia applied.
This will be everlasting.
In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.