Lovely Eyes

Rip the flesh from the body,
Oh how I love my twisted hobby.
Its not as exciting, because you cant resist,
But I plunge the knife in anyway and give it a twist.
I like getting messy, your blood on my hands,
Nothing about this art do I find bland.
What an absolute delight,
To find pleasure in what causes so many people fright.

How I wish you were alive,
So I could hear you pain filled cries.
Take a cranial blade to your head,
My! What a pool of blood Ive spread.
Finally, I claim my desired prize,
And its your beautiful gray-blue eyes,
And Ill preserve them from time in my jar of formaldehyde.

Collect the eyes, visible of fear,
Fascinated by lachrymal glands that produce each wonderfully salty tear.
The rest of the body, I could care less,
But my love for eyes, I cannot begin to express!