I did not come quitely for the sake of coming.
I came to conquer your flesh
to part your lips
to plunge the sword in deep, point first.
To watch your flesh part
and tremble to produce inside of your
head a cry for help no one can hear.
Here I am forced to watch and copy off of
from t.v.
things that are bad things that only you like.
That I stretched it beyond belief
and other things that have cause you to hold
your breath in.
Did you not pick up the phone and call me?
Did you not say to kill you but leave you alive?
These four day's that I have been gone
gone you tied to the bed.
Leaving the sword out of reach of your hand.
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