First I would come
While you were asleep
And tie you, wake you, and gag you
So that you couldn’t speak.

Then I would slowly cut off
All your fingers and toes
Your bleeding all over
The scent of your blood tickles my nose.

Running my knife all along your body
I laugh at your stifled screams
Watching you twitch in your own blood
Fulfills my wildest dreams.

I make small weird little designs
On your body with your own blood
I laugh until we both are crying
In blood and tears we might just flood.

I slit your throat
And step back to inspect
Your stiff lifeless body
Your death was just so perfect.

 
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