slowing running the blade across skin,
feeling the razored edge gripping the flesh,
catching on the sinew of a human heart,
burning through the shield of human emotion.

i feel your sweat rolling down my chest
i feel your tears splashing against my face
i feel you fear as it weeps from your pores
i feel your pain as it smashes against my heart

such exctacy can only be created from taking a life
how much can you bleed
such joy only achieved through killing you
redemption for you killing me

holding hair in a fist as the blade now reaches your throat
can you believe how fast your heart is pounding
moving the tip directly below your chin and pressing
i can't believe how loud you can scream

i feel your voice as it penetrates my head
i feel your soft hair break in my hand
i feel your neck tremble under my blade
i feel your terror sweep right by me

such fear only god himself could inspire
such longing from you to be free
how long can i make this revolting fun last
how long did you do it to me

i force the tip down into your soft tender neck.
i hear the last scream caught on it's edge
your chest rises to a peaking height
as i pull the hair out of your head.

i feel your hot blood run down my arm
i feel the last jolt of pain in your head
i feel the satisfaction in my heart
i feel relief from knowing your dead.
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this blood will be hard to wash out

these memories will last a lifetime

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