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One word she uttered,

and you cease to exist.

Such a gentle uttered word,

and real nightmares drag,

you to a place without limits.

Your flesh torn of with teeth,

and tools.

You think it doesn't happen?

It happens.

Are you trying to communicate?

Are they words?

This beast dosn't understand words.

Words were the man.

Any noises you make,

simply come out,

a gurgling splutter from the side of your throat.

Do your arms feel weak?

They look weak to me,

I pinch one hard.

I keep squeezing,

feeling the muscle rupture and tare between my fingers.

The skin doesnt break, 

just hangs limp.

You struggle, 

your eyes pleading?

This is fun.

Is that how she pleaded,

I ask?

Do you hear the sound of music? sirens?

No no no.

Its a diffrent sound.

A sound you remember.

...My laughter.

My strong hands around your blood covered neck.

My pinky... finds a little hole,

on the side of your neck.

Did I give you that hole in your neck? :)

I poke it for fun,

As I look in your eyes and smile.

Don't worry, I say,

Your not going to die any time soon.

I'm lovin this, I'm gonna take just ages!

..I remember her,

Loving the sunshine,

Singing somewhere over the rainbow.

I know she wouldn't approve. 

I snarl, and start to rip out your left collar bone.

One end refuses to budge.

Caught on the cartilage.

I throw you from side to side,

your arms flailing about.

Till it snaps and you fall to the floor,

a moments repreve.. but just a moment.

I slap your face hard,

to wake you up.

I'll make sure you stay awake,

the whole time.

Just like she did.

I start biting chunks out of you,

and spitting them back into your face..

"He who fights monsters, should be careful lest he thereby becomes a monster."