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I know I won't be myself

until I'm standing so close behind you

tasting your every breath

knife pressed against your throat

How does it feel

to be the one

who's lost control?

How does it feel

when truth is twisted

when love is altered

into the deepest revulsion

Oh I think you know

when you left me

broken at your feet

with your razors in my wrists

Hurt me

I dare you

Rape me

I fucking dare you

Take the knife from my hand

and shove me up against the wall

and keep me there

wrists bound in your hands

be careful of my scars

not yet healed from your razor blades

Wrists clasped so tightly

wings clipped so I can't fly

You know I don't want to fly

Abuse me

You know I'd go to Hell for you

willingly and on my knees

but you just stand there

afraid to breathe

and I want you to say my name

But don't move unless I tell you to

Just say my name

I know you remember how to say it

Don't you?

But you know what hurts the most-

that you don't love me enough

to kill me first

God, if you don't kill me

If you don't at least say

my fucking name

I'll cut out your eyes

and keep them in a jar

on my desk

so all you see is me

and you won't forget

you'll always come back here

You belong to me