Where Anyone is Possible
How I wanted to kill you.
Never have I wanted anything so badly in my life.
If you could call it like that.
I, on the other hand
I called it Hell.
Corrupted by nature, an angry soul.
You made me feel as if I had nothing else to offer.
You hurt me so many times.
You broke me to pieces and put me back together, only to rip me apart again.
I was your only entertainment.
Using me as your living toy was your greatest pleasure.
Countless of times you made me
Perishing was my only escape.
But Death would refuse to take me into its embrace.
Your body sprawled on the cold floor.
Choking in your own blood.
Your bones crushed into dust.
Killed by my own hands.
I want you to beg for your life, the same way you made me beg for food and water.
I want you to feel like a whore, the same way you made me feel.
I will cut you slowly.
Tear you apart limb by limb.
Drink your blood.
Feed off your flesh.
Making you wish you were dead but not being so generous.
I want to take my time and watch you crawl, squirm like the filthy pig you are.
Do not worry.
Soon you will be.
Your screams, the sweetest melody to my ears.
Your blood, the richest nectar.
Your demise, my biggest dream.
Your death, my greatest art.
There will be nothing left of you.
No one will miss your patethic, worthless existence.
I will be able to smile again.
To breathe again.
To live again.
Kiss your ass good-bye.
All of your organs will be mine.
Who else is there to blame?
... You play.
... You pay.