Warning to my readers: This is not reflective of me. This is simply inspired by the curiosity I have to know what it is like inside the mind of a sociopath. Hope you can still enjoy.
Kissing lips,
Crashing cars,
Oh my stars...
Gently glide across the hardwood floor
Tiny little creeks of that oak drawn board
The warm rushing water calms me down.
Your bloodstained carpets and holy crown.
Oh how good it felt to destroy your face.
Splitting lips, cracking bones, burning skin.
Oh me, oh may, oh my, where to begin?
Grab the knife and press it gently in.
Tongue slowly licks away the taste of sin.
The reason I do this is for me and my kin.
I start to jump...up and down,
Crush your ribs and your fragile mouth.
Oh how I wish I had done this long ago.
Whacking with my bat, to and fro.
And now it's time for one last go....
The soft whirring of my saw begins at last.
Oh how I wish I could make this last and last.
But now it's time to cut your limbs off,
Head to toe.
Toss your little parts into my garbage, Oh!
Now...forever...you lay to rest...
My ill begotten love...a fucking pest.
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