The Collector, Part 2: Donor

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The Collector, Part II: Donor Thick hands released his victim's hair As she slumped over I saw her slender fingers numbered One to ten He sliced each from their knuckles Is taking a life as glamorous as your records make it seem What happened A living woman wouldn't cut it for you Or they wouldn't pay you enough attention so you decided to fuck the girls that couldn't possibly say no He leapt from my new companion's side Clutching his ten dripping prizes And slapped me across the face Screaming Bitch Shut your mouth I won't hear another word You think you're any different from them Just pray that heart is more gorgeous than the rest Or else your death will be a waste of time Just like your life Damn It's true Why are the ones who actually want the heart The last ones we'd ever fucking give it to Flies scattered and swam around my bloodstreaked face As he resumed his desperate work The last finger sewn in place Unlikely for a man so drawn to novelty— And so devoid of originality To create From the blank canvas of his mind Such masterpiece Even fanatics occasionally exceed Their idols' genius Maybe insanity is just truly seeing beauty Still somehow It may have all been for nothing She is beautiful I'll give you that But she'll never be perfect She'll never talk back She'll never laugh She'll never be warm I'm used to them cold I like it like that He scooped the insects from her sockets And positioned her new eyes They'll never see you She's soulless She's empty So am I She's ready for you Are you ready to die Jaded motherfucker How many times have I heard that line You think I'm the same as the pawns in your game You're just a tired cliché A character spawned from a teenage brain Are you ready to die Well this is the end What inspired you to slay and slaughter Now you're just selling a fucking trend