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Tales of a horror story

As I walk in the place
Im thinking of your face
That I want to replace
With carvings and mace
Hey are you awake?
Good
I slash up your face
Then shove the red mace
Down your throat and I pace
As I watch you suffocate
I grin at the gore
Your blood dripping on the floor
And I grab the knife
No not to end your life
Yet
I run it across your neck
And it digs into your flesh
The skin being pulled down
Up over and around
You look so disgusting
I grabbed the machete not yet rusting
And chop it goes
Pop! Goes your head
And I lay in the bed
With a smile and thread
And so your eyes into
The back of your head
You shouldnt have cheated
You shouldnt have lied
I kiss your bloody lips goodnight
and dream of fireflies