Wednesday, June 24, 2009

BEG ME.

I want to cut him up. I want to chop him into little pieces, or maybe suffocate him. Maybe just hold him still and cut all the FUCKING scars he left on me. Maybe then he'll know how it feels. I want him to SUFFER. I want him to feel the PAIN. Oh, you don't feel the pain? What If I cut you with a knife. Pierce your chest and make you feel how I fucking feel huh?! What if I hate you. It doesn't matter. I'd have you all cut up with blood in front of your precious new girl. Then what. Maybe I should kill her Too. Make you BOTH suffer. Maybe I'll carve a heart that BLEEDS on you. Just to SHOW you how much you hurt me. You SHALLOW son of a bitch. You. Fucking LIED to me all this time. You didn't mean it. You played with me. So maybe I'll play with you. Play with your BODY. The way you played with my HEART. Oh, it doesn't hurt does it?! I should FUCK you around until you get the picture. Purely a toy and nothing else right? Then be MY toy. Let's play shall we? Lets make you feel the pain. Let me see you CRY. Let me see you BEG. Down on your Knees. BEG for Forgiveness. Say SORRY to me. Oh.. I guess not right? Let the blood spill. Until you DIE. and ROT in the ground. 

Am I crazy? No. I'm not.

But Dammit. I just wanted to get that out of my system.  FORGET HIM. HE ISNT FUCKING WORTH IT. I HATE IT. His memories. Should Die.

I no longer have anything to do with that MONSTER. 

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