I’ve been slacking, haven’t it?
I’ve been too nice,
Too wrapped up in my own mess,
And I forgot how this is supposed to be.
I strapped the rusty chain around your neck,
Pulling you back into reality,
And remarking your neck with wounds.
I wrap your ankles with the different chains,
And hand the ends to my assistant.
I grip the chain that are attached to your neck,
And my assistant grips the chains to your ankles.
With all the strength in the world,
And the littlest sympathy,
Your screams don’t mean anything to us,
As your legs began to detach from your torso.
With the power you have within you,
You raise your eyes to meet mine.
I can see you begging for me to stop,
Begging for you pitiful life.
And all I can do,
To help you along your journey,
Is to smile as I pull your head off of your shoulders.