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Reaching for the knife, body filled with strife,
Eyes with tears, worn plastic on my fingers,
Taking life, turning it into nonlife,
Something worse, from which I couldn't reverse.
Ready to plunge it into her body,
Ready to hear flesh rip, and see blood drip,
Destroy her psyche, and end her posse,
Her, on a one-way trip, on Death's flagship.
Adrenaline rushes, her blood gushes,
Matted hair of her head hits the mud, *THUD!*
It's just buisness, deserved the abuses,
Happy for her torture, brings me rapture.
Surreal art exhibit, in closed casket,
Favorite perverse artwork, so illicit.
Eyes with tears, worn plastic on my fingers,
Taking life, turning it into nonlife,
Something worse, from which I couldn't reverse.
Ready to plunge it into her body,
Ready to hear flesh rip, and see blood drip,
Destroy her psyche, and end her posse,
Her, on a one-way trip, on Death's flagship.
Adrenaline rushes, her blood gushes,
Matted hair of her head hits the mud, *THUD!*
It's just buisness, deserved the abuses,
Happy for her torture, brings me rapture.
Surreal art exhibit, in closed casket,
Favorite perverse artwork, so illicit.
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