in the house
on the hill
we perform our
Midnight Rituals
though my mad
obsessions
haunt my mind
i want to kill
young virgin lady
victims
i want to hear you scream
i want to see you bleed
to taste your blood
from the jagged edge
of the knife
smiling, staring at
the empty, lifeless stare
in your eyes
with my cold razor
eyes, unblinking
eyes
you have beautiful eyes |
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