Six Feet Closer To Home (Sashy's Grave) Poem by Silence Dogood

I hate you have to death and a full death I shall cause.
I'll kill you as I mentioned because I'm bound by no laws.
And oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call your own,
In my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home,
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Dear Sashy, I must admit I hate you.
But that's no excuse for what I'm about to do.
For you see there's some events that need to take place.
And one is a rearranging of your face.

I'll beat you first, add some coulour to your skin.
And than I will slice you mentally from within.
It will hurt trust me and that is the point.
And than I will burn you with a rolled up joint.

This is the menue the schedule for day one.
But when this days over I still won't be done.
I have much more to do and you'll find out in time.
You'll beg for your life and bargain each dime.

You'll find out first hand what I dream in my head.
And when I am finished you'll be more than just dead.
You'll be scarred and bruised and cut up in pieces.
Feeling every shard as the pain increases.

This torture will drive you practically insane.
Mentally and physically because of the pain.
You will expeirence my wrath and you'll question why?
You'll beg and you'll plead 'Don't let me die! '

And I'll whisper to you words that don't mean a thing.
For this is nothing compared to the pain I could bring.
Yes you think this is bad but it could be worse.
I could torture you forever into your golden hearse.

But I'll tell you right now, you deserve what you get.
For this is one encounter you'll never forget.
Because theres reason behind madness even my own.
And I won't find peace until you rest in your home.

Six feet below ground thats where you must sleep.
The only place suitable, for an insatiable creep,
Though I know I deserve that aswell as you.
We still havent reached the plans for day two.

In which you'll be drowned and forced to eat your own limbs.
And well this occurs your last hopes will dim.
So you'll become as pathetic as the losers you taunt.
And your only redemption will to as a ghost haunt.

Haunt me in death and in life I don't care.
To kill you is a pleasure that the devil and I share.
Yes I'm evil, damned and psychotic some say.
But you unlike me won't see the light of day.

That is a joy that I have taken and won't give back.
Not that it matters with my heart of black.
I've given up good to exact my revenge.
For there is a person to which I avenge.

I am the angel of mercy and the angel of death.
I'll stand above you as you take your last breath.
But I won't be very kind when I stop your heart.
For piece by piece I'll take you apart.

That is how you will die in only a matter of days.
Trust me I debated over thousands of ways.
But I had to choose the one that I could draw out.
So you could expierence pain all throughout.

Yes I wanted you to hurt that was the plan all along.
I had to seek revenge and right my own wrong.
I had to make it better and make you die alone.
Six feet below ground in your own wooden home.
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Oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call your own,
In my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home,
So since I'm in a hurry I'd like to bring you there.
I'll turn off the light, shut the door, all with tender care.