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I Want To...

Oh your eyes, so beautiful and bright, sky blue in the day, changing colors at night  
How I just want to kiss you, caress you gently.  
Make sweet love to you, hold you in my arms.  
 
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Then simply cut you, gut you until you're completely empty  
Please go to sleep. There's no need to be alarmed  
I'm still myself see, full of charm, the medications aren't fucking with me like you said  
I just have the urge to be one within you  
I want to see what you look like inside  
And tonight luckily you're on the menu  
   
I want to rip you to pieces  
Fuck your face until it caves in  
I want to eat you alive, skin you alive  
Burn you alive    
Rip your pearl white teeth out with rusty pliers  
You bitch  
I want to eat your liver like Hannibal Lecter with a nice bottle of Chianti and some fava beans
Blow your brains out with a 454 magnum revolver and smear your blood all over my walls    
The walls already covered in words scribed and scribbled with my own blood  
   
I would've done anything for you  
I would've cut my own dick off like Van Gogh and given it to you in a box with these exact words: "Keep this object like a treasure".    
   
But I guess losing you was a good thing at least now I know to keep my own cock as it is pretty much the only piece of dignity I have left.  
   
You stupid whore. I was this  
close to stabbing you that one day along with your boyfriend with that 8 inch blade but they just had to send me to psyche evaluation. To the psyche ward and back countless times.  
   
One day when I see your pretty face again, it's best you hide it. I'm still on the prowl. Looking for something to cut, something to stab, mutilate..  
don't think I've lost my love for you. I'm still looking for room in my house where I could keep your ashes.  
   
   
   
   
 
Written by FetusPancakes (No Name Johnson)
Published | Edited 11th Jul 2014
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