This poem started as another subject completely, and I somehow ended up here. writing about another dark topic. Part 2 on its way!
My mind is yours I think of you As I stab away at your heart I think of you As blood spatters all over my face I think of you As the life ebbs out of your vassal I think of you As my hate grew into a flowing river of your blood I think of you As you stare into space with those dead eyes I think of you As they bury you in a poppers grave I think of you A childhood robbed I think of you The hand of god stealing an alter boys innocence I think of you Rotting piece of flesh in the ground I think of you A hateful cruel man of no honor I think of you No more
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