The searing pain of your knife in my belly
The look of satisfaction on your face
as you lay beside me gleefully licking
at my wound with your forked tongue
tasting my blood
erasing my life
I will lie still untill your done
I will not scream out in pain
I only have one question
baby don't you love me anymore?
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