As DARK AS A MATTER of FACT::
Buzz! Buzz! went my chainsaw as if ripped through your flesh
SCREAM! SCREAM! from your mouth as i laughed maniaclly outloud
I'm foreshadowing this scenerio but life will sooner than later imitate ART,
and you my lovely, you will imitate a rock, MOTIONLESS.
I find comfort in your death and the implication accompanying the words, its' a soothing concept.
So smile and act like you are enjoying yourself, it will only hurt for the resst of your life and that won't be very long.