We are meant for one another, you and me. You provide the motion and I provide the lotion – a rose colored lotion with the tang of copper aroma. Wear it on your body as I wear it on mine. Bathe in it. Revel in the ghoulish delight of it all. Savor the moment and feel it thicken, dry and reinvigorate you.

Continue on. Open up the abdomen. Split it apart. Separate it; for it is the doorway to yet other delights of darkness. Pull out the long coils of blood soaked intestines. Wrap them around your neck and torso. Display them as grisly trophies, a testament to our successful kill.

Peel off your lover’s skin, piece by piece. Slide me beneath every section, beneath every square inch. See how straight the edge of my blade cuts. Remove the strips and place them over your own skin. Reconnect them like a jigsaw puzzle. Mmmm…

Can you feel it? Never can contact with another be more intimate than this. Two people could not be closer. For just a moment in time, the two of you join together as one. I am the instrument that has made this union possible. I, a simple razor sharp knife, have made you equal in power with the Angel of Death.

When the pungent odor begins to stir, use me once again. Scrape the rotting flesh of your lover from your own. Soon it will be time to kill again and cleanse yourself with the crimson life fluid of your next victim. Who will it be? Ah, the possibilities…

Without me, you are incomplete. You live the life of the blade through me. Through you, I have taken life and offered them up as a sacrifice to you.

Ours is a different kind of relationship. Together we kill, peel, slice and dice. Yet such a thing cannot last forever; my life span is longer than yours. We must part soon, for those who live by the sword must die by the sword.

The time will come when I taste of your blood and body next. You will die by your own hand. Still, you will enjoy it. You will experience the painful pleasures of the giving of oneself. I will soak in your spirit. I will hold you as a lover. A part of you will dwell within me for as long as I exist.

Your demise will come sooner than you expect. But be not sorrowful by your bodily expiration. At the appropriate time, another hand will find us. Man and blade shall become one again. Rivers of blood will continue to flow.

Before we part, let us dance one last time. Whom shall we choose as our partner for this macabre waltz? They are as close as the next room.

Make preparation, move silently and ready my razor sharp edge. Do you see your partner? From behind, you approach noiselessly. Stop there for just a moment. Can you hear the heart beating rapidly? Can you smell the unfathomable fear? Your victim is unconsciously aware of impending doom.

Move swiftly. Place me against the quivering throat. Feel the sweat suddenly bead as the face flushes with terror. Lean close. Listen to the last few breaths of life. Now whisper into the ear the words you long to utter.

“It’s time to die.”