"Swing, chop, swing, chop.. heads rolling on the ground, you know troubles coming when you hear that whistling sound. Meat cleaver cleaving to split your wig, no spit in your mouth cause you are bleeding out like a sick pig and flopping on the ground like a dying trout.."
Hahaha.. a little horror poetry for you, sorry.. I know y'all don't like it but it's fun sometimes - eUë
Death doesn't even want me....chopped with a meat cleaver to the bone. Spine and scapula were visible before being stitched up. Pretty cool scar....first pic was taken two weeks after the attack when half the stitches were removed. Second pic was taken a few months after later.