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Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Psycho At Your Door

You think you know me, yes you do
You think you see me but that's nothing new
I walk the path in the dark of night
I grimace at your blinded sight
Your smile over the bright and cheery
has me feeling so dark and dreary
But fret not as the night is still young
And alas I will have your tongue
Always cackling in mockery of others
Throwing stones at my sisters and brothers
But tonight I will show you my love
A blessing sent for you from up above
the Angels have spoken of your fate
To change it now is far too late
As you slip out of your suite and into your robe
The angels laugh throughout the globe
As I wait patiently behind the bathroom door
As you slowly make your way across the bedroom floor
The know starts to turn with a deafening screech
To keep from stabbing through the door I bite my teeth
Finally the moment I long awaited for
As I punch you in the face your eyes look sore
Then a swift slice down your throat to get the blood flowing
From the glee of your pain my eyes are now glowing
A chop off the old block as you are no real man
Your life sleeping away as if quick sand
Draining your blood until you're pale as a ghost
This is the part I tend to love most
As you lay lifeless and breathe no more

I shall dance and sing as I bathe in your gore

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