He should have paid attention. Looked closely at my blood. Seen the colour, even the smell was off. He should have taken heed. Nothing close to pity. Sliding over some edge within myself. I am going to open his skin with my bare hands. Claw past his ribs and tear out his fucking throat. Gorge upon his blood. Puke it up. Come back for some more. I'll let my knuckles do the rest. Split them open on his stupid face. 'Till he's slumped back in shock. You're sorry? Well that did not stop me. And now to you without your strength to tun away. Or close your eyes. Face flushed white lips grey and bloodless. I should have spared you. I should have shifted my gaze. But I let you read what would happen. In the blackness of my eyes. How I would have her. How I already have. Where would I take her. Where I already have. To a room. A dark room or any room. What would you call it- what would we call it? Here at last is my darkness. I am hungry, blind, unclean, and full of wrath. I crave the pain and the knowledge it bestows. Your boyfriend dies and soon you will too.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
