HIT AND CUT

god damn,
I want to hit you,
Take a knife,
And slit you.

Make it hurt,
Till you scream,
Not my nightmare,
A beautiful dream.

Blood squirting,
As you fall to the floor,
Then i stab,
Stab you once more.

Finish the job,
Cut you to peices fast,
Maybe more slowly,
Making it last.

Yes, slowly,
As i stare in your eyes,
I see the panic,
As i am your demise.

The life flickers,
Your pulse now weak,
You fucked me so long,
I think im tweaked.

Arent you lucky,
This is all in my mind,
You sick twisted bitch,
Your lucky im kind.



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