A golden swirling mist gently floated about my prone emaciated body.

   Past spirit lovers they drifted gracefully toward me from out of the golden sparkling clouds. Gently they kissed my cool blood drained face with their icy lips that were smeared with the crimson gloss of fresh blood.

   Their hands they flapped about like frantic birds as they began to grab and clutch at the golden mists, which now remarkably had taken on more of a solid like substance. Clutching chunks of the golden clouds in their ethereal hands they began then to thrust them into my body tearing through my skin which now resembled nothing more than flimsy aged paper.

   More and more of this golden mist they stuffed into my split open body, until the air began to clear all about me along with the quickly evaporating beautiful spirits.

   My body was stuffed with the golden clouds which now billowed out of my gaping wounds.

   A heavy cold rain then began to fall from the gloomy looking clouds that had mercilessly smothered the clear skies, and Liquid gold streams began to pump out of me, running down my sides, pouring out of my mouth in golden cascades. Lakes of gleaming solidifying gold surrounded me on all sides, and to my disbelief from out of these lakes solid shapes began to form.

   Heavy golden hammers and chisels, gleaming golden razor sharp saws, and golden axes with dripping golden blades, all began to form from within these lakes. And as if held by hundreds of invisible bloodthirsty warriors hands, they simultaneously rose into the air and rapidly descended upon me.

   And as death heartily consumed me, I caught one final glimpse of my murderers, and to my horror these murderers were my past lovers spirits, who grinned down upon me with vengeance clearly gleaming from their ghostly faces.

   How could I have been so stupid as to believe that I could have been forgiven by them, for stealing their precious lives away .For now I had been butchered with the tools of my own bloodthirsty murderous trade.

   Death to the ripper, Death to the ripper, Death.