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Pleasure in the Gore

Sticks and stones never broke my bones
But your words are slaughtering me
Your mouth is an arsenal
You're trigger happy
Ripping my body to smithereens

Even that voice
Makes me shiver
With every whisper in store
It stings like salt on my open flesh
But you're still hungry for more

You lay me down
When I'm comatose
You butter me undressed
Singing as you rape what's left
My voice cannot protest

And when I wake
You pin me down
Licking whatever's left of me
You're savoring it, with every word you spit
As I moan in agony

When you've finished
I'm a mess
My blood seeps through the floor
You cannot help but smile
There's pleasure in the gore