Rancid drops of poison.
Metal rays of death.
A silent feeling of hatred,
that I dare not contest.
I've been dying on the inside,
because of this secret I must keep.
This pain has hurt,
much more than I've expected.
And this precious dream I have for you,
is not going to be fully rejected.
In my black and white mind,
I know I"ll have my day.
To mystify your well know thoughts of me.
I'll become a new person.
I'll tell you how I really feel.
I'd tell you I'd kill you will my two ghostly white hands.
I'd strangle your little neck,
slit your wrists,
and watch the flow of your crimson blood run free.
I'd taste the sweet heaven upon my lips,
and I'd smile...
I'd glow.















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