Copyright (c) 1992 Ashtoreth (William Haas)
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he is holding wielding a saw nothing special
a wheel of metal teeth daggers if need be
whirling humming quiet danger song
long somehow stretching beyond the confines of the saw
he holds it and I am drawn to him his song drowns the noise of that blade
I see and I know and I can't stop and soon I won't
and before long he holds me and the saw is chewing a line through my skin
parting my chest like earth sweeping through my guts and I knew
and sometimes I don't even feel it
sometimes I know why I am doing this.

--Ashtoreth, 1992