When Whores Meet Saws

I trawl, through the gutter, always in search of fresh whore's, to realise my desires
 One by one, their flesh will succumb,
 They suffer, for my brutal lust,
 At last I have found her, a new delicious young whore, drool like a hound as I strap her down,
 Clutching at my bonesaw, I start to modify her, her body parts become morbid art.
 Cauterize, seal her stumps with flame,
 Silenced, by the stitches in her lips, pluck her eyes from the sockets, hoist her up ready to be fucked
 From hooks she is hanging, no eyes, no mouth and no limbs, nothing but stumps and a juicy cunt,
 I defile every orifice,
 Trying to scream with her last breath,
 As I slowly fuck her to death,
 She dies like so many others
 Bleeding, with my cock in her anus.