There is a beautiful woman,
Her name is Aphrodite;
She is really, really gorgeous
Until here comes tragedy.
She fell a horrible fall
That left her terribly injured,
She suffers numerous gory pain
That left her horribly disfigured.
Poor Aphrodite has so many
Broken bones and bloody wounds,
Her facial skin was torn apart and
Now, her face is gory and gloom.
She needed help,
She needed to make it fast;
As she gets taken to care…
Her trip will be her very last.
Aphrodite gets taken on the gurney
With her wrists securely cuffed,
During the exam, she feels so much hurt
Because the doctors are too rough.
Being cuffed on the armrests,
She cannot break free from the dark room;
The walls are covered with blood and dirt,
It looks like an asylum of doom.
The doctors had her down,
They continue the exam, it’s not great;
Aphrodite is fatally infected
So they have to operate.
Much to her cries of refusal,
She didn’t have a choice;
Here comes the masked surgeon,
A bloodthirsty surgeon named Joyce.
With a scalpel and a saw in her hands,
She walks up to Aphrodite;
She says, “We have to cut them off,
Or else, you will D-I-E.”
But the huge problem is…
There is no anesthesia… Or painkillers,
So Dr. Joyce must do without it,
Much to her desirable thriller.
Aphrodite is in complete terror,
She is going to get surgery;
A surgery that she’ll feel more pain,
Worsening pain on her grotesque injuries.
Dr. Joyce takes the saw, as
She steps closer towards her;
She said, “Don’t worry, dear,
You won’t feel anything after.”
She puts the amputation saw on her leg
And she saw and saw and saw,
Aphrodite is screaming loudly in agony
And then the infected leg came right off.
Dr. Joyce then takes the scalpel, and
She puts it on her disfigured face;
She makes a deep incision, and soon
Her facial skin peels off with disgrace.
Aphrodite is in terrible shock,
But this is not over yet;
Dr. Joyce takes back the saw,
And on the infected arm, she sets.
Just like she did to the leg,
She saw and saw and saw,
As Aphrodite screams some more
And the broken arm came right off.
Blood is splattered and poured everywhere,
On the doctors and Dr. Joyce;
On the floor, where the leg and arm lays,
Even on Aphrodite with a weakened voice.
Poor Aphrodite is in morose and misery,
She is on her one last breath;
Dr. Joyce has one last thing to do,
That is… To make her meet Death.
Dr. Joyce puts the scalpel on her neck,
Where the vein and artery sits;
Finally, and with nothing to stop her…
The scalpel creates a very large slit.
Dr. Joyce and her assisstants
Watch Aphrodite bleed a waterfall,
Much to their desire and pleasure…
And they sure created a beautiful maul.
Soon, blood is becoming less
And Aphrodite is getting pale,
She could feel herself dying
And going straight to Hell.
In seconds, Aphrodite sees blackness
And she feels no more heartbeat;
Goddess of Beauty and Love is no more,
She has taken defeat.
Thanks to Dr. Joyce and her assisstants,
Aphrodite has been fallen and killed;
Wait… Dr. Joyce isn’t even a surgeon…
She’s a serial killer with bloody thrills.
She removes her mask… And
She laughs and laughs and laughs;
Evil laughter echoes through the room,
That looks like a dark asylum of doom.