Is it ok to think we are born this way?
Is it my fault?
I'm a little odd; I'm a little off.
I opened my heart to the evil that whispers me to sleep.
Grew a taste for the death.
The lives of the weak are so easy to spot.
Predatory instinct kicks in, advocating the thought.
You would look so good in my bathroom tub.
Yes, I'll decorate the walls with you.
Perverted ideas: terror and gore, knives and rope, men and whores.
All the cattle silently watching me pass through.
Horror painted on their faces washed off by cold sweat.
Clench your fists and mouth your goodbyes.
Open your eyes.
I don't want you to miss this part.
Screaming won't do you any good and it won't make things go any faster.
Shackled down in my favorite position.
You're in the dark but you are not alone in this experience.
I'm just as scared as you.
Where do we go from here?
Are you still breathing?
Are you still with me?
I hope you don't think ill of me, but I'll take what I want and leave you strangled.
I'm so sorry for all the unbearable pain but I guess that's the point of all this.
Separating the flesh from bone.
It's an art I'm hoping someday to master.
It's horrible the things I'll do to you.
Dental records are what they'll use to identify you.
There will be no escape from me.
This won't end pretty so silently say your prayers.
You were so easy to pick out from the others.
It's something about you.
A curious temptation you were.
How was I to resist?
You spotted me from across your city skies.
I'm that moment you knew you were mine.
The beauty is in the bruise.
Your lipstick matches the blood.
It won't help but you can look at me.
It won't help but it makes me smile.
Hacking. Cutting.
Singing. Screaming.
"You were the best I've ever had.
My first and now the last.
You were so special to me.
A dream. A vision of beauty.
But now I'll see you sleep,
beneath stone and dirt.
Goodnight my love."
(I promise)
In three days time I'll come dig you up then we'll shape our utopia.
Build a home on your grave.
You won't be alone, I love you too fucking much.
You are my perfect lover.
Cold as clay.
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