death at hand

you scream,
the blood runs faster with
every slit to your morbid neck

i smile,wispers in my head
tell me to stop,
this is even more crude and siknig
then i had planed

it is still your turn to die,
die under my blade,
for my hate for you grows stronger
with every second im near you!!

your blood runs cold and eternaly for thee

(for i am the queen of death,fear my name)
when you die you see my face!!