#morbid

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die.."

"It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull."

"...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along."