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I look in the mirror, and all I see

Hatred, malice, jealousy

Coiled like a snake, ready to strike

Ready to make others hurt, feel my pain.



Let's make the hurt, my love

My beloved.

I want to make them cry and scream until they bleed

I want them to hurt like you made me hurt.



I want them to scream in agony

I want them to worship me, bow to me, cry out my name

Let them beg for me to stop the pain

Our pain.



I want you all to myself, beloved.

Mine, all mine

You're far too perfect for anyone else

I'll hurt whoever gets too close.



I hate the fact that they love you

I hate it that they care

I want them to leave us alone

I want to watch their bloody backs walk away.



Let's make them hurt, my beloved.

Oh, please, can I make them cry?

And finally, you and I will be free

Doesn't that sound nice?