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A Shadows Play Room

I am not a man, when you look at me all you see is my shadow

My shadow has overtaken my soul, body is a vessel for demons

Heart turned black then rotted away, nothings left but the voices

Cynical and evil, I'm just a deviant hooligan  

Struggle squirm and scream, but your not getting away

Eyes widen in fear, when you see my play room

Think back to the party, should of listened to your friends

They thought I looked sketchy, but your such a rebel

Tied down, gagged and bound you cant fight it now

Your cries are in vain, you cant stop me now

I creep up from behind, cold steel touches your spine

There's nothing stopping me, from slicing through your veins

The mask makes it so difficult to breath, beg for it to stop

Bare skin exposed, like my blood the air is cold    

Don't worry you wont die, I need you

Leaning over your shoulder, feel me breathing

Your hanging from the ceiling, sobbing so softly

It starts slow, little nicks on your ankles and your toes

Then slowly moves up, the cuts getting longer and deeper

Your pale skin contrasts so nicely, with your crimson blood

Blood streams slowly down your body, to drip from your fingertips

You only get small glimpses from the corner of your eye, of a red knife

Surrounded by darkness, the only sound is your flesh being carved

Every part of your body every inch, is cut your like a red smurf

You don't feel cold anymore, just numb

Then the blade reaches your neck, it drags through the thin layer of skin

Blood fills the mask fills your nostrils, it gets between the cracks of your eye lids

You never thought you would die like this, strung up like an animal

The most disturbing part isnt the darkness, or being used

Its not even the pool of blood and piss only inches from your face

The most disturbing part, is realizing you liked it    






Written by ThePintSizdSlasher (Aaiden)
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