Bludgeoned face. Licking my fingers of decrepit funk
My dear your face is so blank. Where did you get those feelings.
Please don�t leave help me live. Can�t control myself. Dilated eyes. Pale white skin.
I�m laughing in your face. Your skin entrenches me. Now you�re fucking dead
I can�t be certain your remains will be insured. Beyond the grave is longer than you think
I saw the first slut mangled in front of me
Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task
It wasn�t long before I found myself indulging. Against my will I please myself once more
Breathe. Fucking breathe. I swear you�ll reap. While I sew your cunt.
And now you rot� | 
