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I Made Her Scream
What more did I do to that little shit?
Taped her face to an oven, glued the rest of her to me
And she screamed
Not even that sizzling oven cared
She never screamed when I told her of my disturbed mind
My troubles ran wild in front of her
And she didn’t seem to listen
Thought she was some god, or had a special immunity
To hurt
I ripped the skin off her, slow, but clean
Impressively, her organs remained intact the entire time
And she screamed
A bloody mess to clean
Damn.. I’m bad at picking up after things
I’ll leave her be
This is how I kill the addictions
I drown them in misery
Fighting fire with fire, it stings
A lesson I created
To teach me how to breathe
I think it’s working
I heard her scream
In the final hours of her torture
I sat there in the midst of her remains
Her eyes contrasted that sickening red
Turning black.. it’s going black..
Did I do it, finally?
Get rid of the burden
Go on, scream for me
Fucking scream!
Shit.
Taped her face to an oven, glued the rest of her to me
And she screamed
Not even that sizzling oven cared
She never screamed when I told her of my disturbed mind
My troubles ran wild in front of her
And she didn’t seem to listen
Thought she was some god, or had a special immunity
To hurt
I ripped the skin off her, slow, but clean
Impressively, her organs remained intact the entire time
And she screamed
A bloody mess to clean
Damn.. I’m bad at picking up after things
I’ll leave her be
This is how I kill the addictions
I drown them in misery
Fighting fire with fire, it stings
A lesson I created
To teach me how to breathe
I think it’s working
I heard her scream
In the final hours of her torture
I sat there in the midst of her remains
Her eyes contrasted that sickening red
Turning black.. it’s going black..
Did I do it, finally?
Get rid of the burden
Go on, scream for me
Fucking scream!
Shit.
Published 14th May 2020
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