Sick Fantasies

Sitting silently from a corner in the room. Watching, plotting, waiting and craving. Demonic thoughts dancing around my head. Toying with my tempting thoughts of painfully making you wish you were dead. Teasing your blood to spill forth from your veins. Playfully enjoying your blood spilling out of that grousum gash I put in your head now exposing your brain. Torturing you by repeatedly bringing you back from the dead. Sickeningly so hot and bothered from lying naked in the bloody space I made my bed. So close to climax then, gone. My eyes were forced open bringing me to f***ing realize it's sadly just one of my sick fantasies playing out in my head. Temper flaring yet again thanks to that trap you wont keep shut in that empty space you call your head. But, mmm, sweetly I think I will help you, I do carry a needle and thread.