17 August 2012
Warning: sick and gruesome ;)
Twisting of sinew, Remoulding of flesh, Slicing through muscle, A body afresh.
Cracking of bone, Tearing the skin, Making anew from the outside in!
Screaming, then silence (the parts I love best), My hands caress tools. An Artist, I am blessed.
I am your Master, You, my defeat. I'll turn you from suffering Into wondrous retreat....
Here in the cellar I bring your demise, The video records As I take out your eyes.
Face to the ceiling, My hands shake with power, As YOU meet your death, It's MY Finest Hour.
The Cellar • Opuss № I