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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Your big mouth, can never keep shut! Love went south, for she's the killing cut. As my blade, slides beneath her skin, her councious does fade, but I know I win. Could she escape, as I hunt her down? The mind's up for rape, as I watch her drown. You look at her, and get that eager grin. We know for sure, she's worth the sin. Now as she wakes, we'll have our fun. As her spirit breaks, I know I'm far from done. What could you do, for I'm your blood spiller. I now laugh at you, for I'm your sly killer. Do you know you're through, in this suspense thriller? Mark my words, the night is far from end. I take the step forwards, as she twists and bends. You better run faster, you're almost in my reach. I'm now her master, that love sucking leech. Your eyes rolling back, inside her empty head. My blade was the attack, as you joyfully bled. As the light, fades from her eyes, I win the fight, as your hope dies. You said this would be forever, yet it's not true. She and I were together, until I found you. Now I leave, laughing as you cry. Did you really believe, that I was left to die? I endlessly tire, of her foolish games. Burn in the hell fire, built of your shames. Remembering the nights when, we would love? But you messed up again, so now she only dreams of. I see the blood, staining her eyes. I drown in the flood, of your constant lies. The screams, are the most profound music. Her loving dreams, oh how they make me sick.
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