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Funny how the mind works,

Every day and night,

I try to erase it,

With every inch of my might.

Forget the goodbye's,

They don't mean a thing,

Because when I'm through with you,

For mercy you will sing.



Remember when we met?

Love at first sight.

But ever since then,

Nothing has gone right.

Forget your friends,

They never liked you anyway,

Talking behind your back,

To only leave you in dismay.



I've dreampt about you,

Can't get you out of my head,

I'm sorry to say,

Only unpleasent things my mind does shed.

Hanging by your toes,

As blood stains the floor,

Its probably better,

If you don't come through my door.



Your fingernails digging into the floorboards,

Scraping for outside in the heat,

Instead of freezing in the closet,

And admitting defeat.

Your hair, so soft,

So curly and stained,

Nothing to help you,

Neither things lost nor gained.



Shouldn't have lied,

Told me I was the one,

And go with another girl,

Till the day was done.

I bet you had fun,

To bad it didn't last,

But you'll still have time,

Your death won't come fast.



I'll dunk your head beneath cold water,

Watch you struggle with all your might,

Maybe give you a breath or two,

Before doing it again, Oh what a sight.

Wriggle from my hands,

But your chains hold tight,

You won't escape,

At least not tonight.



You're mine,

And thats final,

Now feel the wrath,

Of your God's little angel.

You hurt me,

I hurt you,

Simple payment,

For what you put me through.



Don't worry though,

You'll still live,

Maybe if your lucky,

Your sin I'll forgive.

But if not,

Then scream all you want,

Either way,

Your dreams I will haunt.



A tight little noose,

Would look so well,

Yet what a horrid accident,

If you actually fell.

A gag and a knife,

Perhaps you will cry?

Scream for help,

Until the day you die.



Which draws close,

That I assure,

Keep asking for help,

Your lost savior.

When my deed is done,

I'll stash you away,

Under the floorboards,

Your torso will stay.



Your head in the wall,

Your hands in the trash,

Your legs in the grinder,

Waiting to be smashed.

What a heavenly scent,

Eight blending as one,

And as the police investigate,

I am the one who has won.



Even if caught,

You will no longer cease to be,

Walking amongst the living,

And in the dead sea.



Tell my parents I said Hi,

I never got the chance,

And for you, my dear, I promise...

I will remember your sweet romance.