Sex and Murder

I saw you sitting there
Looking down, hungover again
I can't take it anymore
I walk over and sit next to you
You're waiting for the bus
The next bus to take you out of this city
This goddamn city
Far away from your friends and family
Far away from here
I ask you your name and you reply, "Phoenix"
I smile and take your hand, "Come with me. You can stay at my house."
You agree and we leave the bus stop
I take you up a flight of stairs and to my apartment
You tell me how nice it is
I pour you a glass of wine and we sit down
Down on my couch
I take your hands again and pull you closer
Closer until our lips are touching
And get on top of you
"Wanna see something?" I ask seductively
You nod, in a trance and follow me
I lead you into my bedroom and tie you down to the bed
I leave and come back
A razor and kitchen knife in my hand
'Good thing these walls are soundproof,' I thought and smiled sadistically
You were trying to get free, without any luck of course!
I sit on top of you again and start to fuck you
Then when I've had my fun I cut your cock off with the knife
You scream in pain and horror as I laugh
Then I take the razor and slit your wrists
Letting you bleed out as I watch