Cleaving away at any extremity
From his torso his appendages are ripped
Another pass of my chainsaw
And his leg is disjoined at the hip
Cutting with my shoulder blade
His forearm I lustily seize
Bit by bit deconstructing his
Demise, allowing my victim no piece, limb from limb
Dislimbing my victims for my collection of severed and rotting keepsakes
Trophies for my room
Displayed in mylar on decorative platters and stakes
Once in possession of the fleshy sinewy gew gaws that I demand
Only these quadrapalegic cadavers
Are left to give me a hand, limb from limb
Taking her hand and arms and legs,
She is left looking quite stumped
Collecting the body parts that I
Greedily hoarde, the torso is callously dumped
Her grevious wounds spill precious ichor
Upon the makeshift abatoir's floor
But the sacrifice is not made in vein
Donating her arms to the poor, limb from limb, mercilessly
Taking people for an arm and a leg, limb from limb, an unscrupulous bargain
Upon which you cannot reneg, limb from limb
I have so many, but I always
Hanker for more, limb from limb, at times it's impossible to get a foot in the door, limb from limb
You must hand it to me as I split you at the seams
I always get a leg up on my victims
Your ensanguined projections I glean
Jigsawed without hope of reassembly
I take what's yours as mine
You watch as your existence slips away, your losing it one piece at a time