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I want to see you lay,

down where the dead rest,

down in a cold cement bed,

not deceased,

yet full of life,

for I want to cause much pain,

as you walk

breeze settles in your dull icy transparent flesh,

I firmly make a string mark around your neck,

dangling like a puppet

I lift your feet from the earth,

I love when you do your fish with no water look,

a nice sweet tune I serenaded,

lay you on this cold cement bed,

pour acid all over your face,

laugh as I observe your eyes melt,

stab you with my camp knife,

a million times, tear your chest apart,

watch your eyes get teary inside,

desire to hear your continues voice of

"stop! Please”

razor out the pockets of my blue ecko jeans,

the ones you mead before I fell into temptation,

slice your skin,

dig deep

disconnect the string like muscles within your skin,

tear your leg, to make a human violin,

my lil league bat, break your jaw, use your teeth,

to play a soft beat in my new made violin,

watch you suffer and your body in pain,

great stomps in your chest with razor blades,

would place a smile on my face,

today you shall rest,

I was a victim now I have escaped,

go to sleep,

the mark of the string gains ink,

decrease your oxygen,

now sleep.. Now sleep… my unknown,

for I want to see you lay,

down where the dead rest,

down in a cold cement bed,

you,

shadow figure, who in horror,

takes away my dreams