Slasher Smasher

Gather 'round the compound for a spell, treat yourself to a true tale

involving the time I found myself on the wrong face of a dime..

an unwilling witness of the dangerously disgusting demise

of a man offering his ten cents.

I was simply in the right place at a time

that neglected to leave

a gift of convenience for me to receive.

Whether or not the killer in this chiller

echoes the song of men

who repent their sin,

their crime is his business.

This insight might shadow me in a shady light,

but I'm glad my lad had

the audacity to ask of me

to fly low and wear my eye mask on the flight.

I lie to myself that it was only for his delight.

Tino likes to role-play, and that's sole-ly why I believe his request was an absolute act

to distract me from the fact

that im' the smasher of a slasher.

To push me off of the trail that leads to the conclusion

That I let my skin smack

with that of a killer who provides a Thriller in the sack.

A flesher-

a man who peals the zipper

to the coat of the skeleton

belonging to a being who bares semblance-

brings me..

pleasure.