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Scream a little louder
Scream a little louder,
Until your voice breaks,
As I cut into your flesh,
And your body shakes.
I can see your mind unravel,
Under my gentle touch.
The snapping of bones,
Affects you so much.
Your back is so bloody.
Your wrists burned by rope.
Completely at my mercy.
I’m your only hope.
But as I watch you beg,
I am having no fun,
Because this isn’t for pleasure.
What’s done is done.
I’m making you pay.
Evening the score.
Just as your actions,
Hurt me to the core.
This is all I have left.
I can’t turn back time.
I can’t change what you did.
I can’t make her mine.
Though I feel a little better,
As I make you scream.
It won’t make me forget,
How you stole my dream.
So be my distraction,
As I tighten this screw.
Your pain for my pleasure.
It’s the least you could do.
But she’s still in my head,
And she thinks only of you.
So let’s finish the shape,
A new dream comes true.
You’re not going to die,
But you could be made blind.
I’ll use a little fire,
Burn me into your mind.
So the scales will be even.
A triangle made sane.
We’re all slaves to each other,
With memories of pain.
But let’s just be sure,
The shape doesn’t fade,
So scream a little louder,
As I bring down this blade.
Until your voice breaks,
As I cut into your flesh,
And your body shakes.
I can see your mind unravel,
Under my gentle touch.
The snapping of bones,
Affects you so much.
Your back is so bloody.
Your wrists burned by rope.
Completely at my mercy.
I’m your only hope.
But as I watch you beg,
I am having no fun,
Because this isn’t for pleasure.
What’s done is done.
I’m making you pay.
Evening the score.
Just as your actions,
Hurt me to the core.
This is all I have left.
I can’t turn back time.
I can’t change what you did.
I can’t make her mine.
Though I feel a little better,
As I make you scream.
It won’t make me forget,
How you stole my dream.
So be my distraction,
As I tighten this screw.
Your pain for my pleasure.
It’s the least you could do.
But she’s still in my head,
And she thinks only of you.
So let’s finish the shape,
A new dream comes true.
You’re not going to die,
But you could be made blind.
I’ll use a little fire,
Burn me into your mind.
So the scales will be even.
A triangle made sane.
We’re all slaves to each other,
With memories of pain.
But let’s just be sure,
The shape doesn’t fade,
So scream a little louder,
As I bring down this blade.
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