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A tender whimper like a newborn child,

This torture I display is only mild,

Your helpless eyes stare up at me,

What did you expect to see?

Someone who cared? Someone who loves you?

You got to be fucking kidding me...

I haven't killed you yet, for there is something I need,

I'll murder all your love, maybe then you will see,

The victim of obsession has turned against you,

Blood trickling down from the flesh I cut through.

Did you really believed that I was yours for the taking?

You got to be fucking kidding me...

I'll let you rot in the darkness you create,

Falling in love with me was your biggest mistake,

I see you struggle now, I see tears run down your face,

The mask I wear is broken, and my smile has been erased.

Did you actually believe me when I said I needed you?

You got to be fucking kidding me...

You can kick and you can struggle, you'll never be released,

Your screams of pain excite me in the silence you have ceased,

Numb to the bone to your emotions and sin,

Did you ever believe we would be happy again?

All the lies that I fed you, did you think them the truth?

You got to be fucking kidding me...

I'll cut a little deeper now into your tender heart,

I'll laugh as your existence is slowly ripped apart,

The noose around your neck is getting tighter as you cry,

Try to free yourself, it's more amusement in my eyes.

You scream "I thought you loved me!",

You got to be fucking kidding me...

I'll make you eat your fucking heart until you beg for more,

I'll make blood spill from your eyes and out every pore,

I'll send your spirit straight to Hell, no guidance from above,

I'll murder your heart and spirt, I'll kill all of your love.

As your cold body hits the floor, you beg for forgiveness,

You got to be fucking kidding me...

So now I smile my bitter grin, and then I turn my back,

As your tears block out all sound, and your sight goes black,

Flimsy bodies breaking down and returning into dust,

Metallic taste of blood locking lips with the scent of deadly lust.

I'm walking away now, and if you think I'm going to save you,

You got to be fucking kidding me...

Maybe I'll find another soul that's not so hard to please,

Nobody has been as fun as you, who'll get down on their knees,

I've put millions under my spell, I'll find a victim to hex,

And now the only question is... "Who's next?"

If you think that this is over now,

You got to be fucking kidding me...