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Let's Call It A Game..
I finally have you.
There is no where to hide.
Look all around you.
What do you see?
I see darkness, shadows.
No other breathing soul in sight.
Just you and me.
In my head it's ringing.
The thoughts i always think.
Now i don't need to wish,
I have you.
Say your last few words,
You're not seeing any other faces but mine.
This is your last night.
Kneeling on the floor crying in a ball,
How is that going to help?
Those nails might scratch but won't do shit,
Compared to the shit you put me through before.
Approaching from behind,
Yanking your hair back revealing your puffy red face.
Pathetic.
Muffled sobs as i pull you to your feet.
Taking hold of you i tie your wrists to the board.
You're lucky i thought of you and got rope,
Not any of my other toys.
I'll save those for later.
You think spitting at me will help?
Pissing me off is not going to help your little situation.
Collecting my steel darts from my jacket,
We play a little game.
It doesn't matter if i hit the bulls eye right now.
I love that sound of flesh ripping,
Bones snapping.
Bloodcurdling screams.
Oh beauty.
Blood shooting at me like paintballs.
I lick my bloodstained lips,
This is going to be a long night.
I'm going to enjoy this,
You...
Well, let's just call it a game.
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~Lurking In The Shadows[/font]
There is no where to hide.
Look all around you.
What do you see?
I see darkness, shadows.
No other breathing soul in sight.
Just you and me.
In my head it's ringing.
The thoughts i always think.
Now i don't need to wish,
I have you.
Say your last few words,
You're not seeing any other faces but mine.
This is your last night.
Kneeling on the floor crying in a ball,
How is that going to help?
Those nails might scratch but won't do shit,
Compared to the shit you put me through before.
Approaching from behind,
Yanking your hair back revealing your puffy red face.
Pathetic.
Muffled sobs as i pull you to your feet.
Taking hold of you i tie your wrists to the board.
You're lucky i thought of you and got rope,
Not any of my other toys.
I'll save those for later.
You think spitting at me will help?
Pissing me off is not going to help your little situation.
Collecting my steel darts from my jacket,
We play a little game.
It doesn't matter if i hit the bulls eye right now.
I love that sound of flesh ripping,
Bones snapping.
Bloodcurdling screams.
Oh beauty.
Blood shooting at me like paintballs.
I lick my bloodstained lips,
This is going to be a long night.
I'm going to enjoy this,
You...
Well, let's just call it a game.
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~Lurking In The Shadows[/font]
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