If I killed you tonight.

If I placed a gun to your head.
Bang, Bang. Surely dead.
Bites and scatch marks lay.
Hold still lovely prey.

Pinned to a wall.
Pointed nails and darted halls.
Blood trickles down. I'm be-reffed.
Silence is the key... horrid death.

Maybe if you scream.
I'll let you feel..
My erection to your horror.
Knifes of cold hard steel.

Psychotic you say?
I plunge deep and hard.
With these cute little things, I call darts.
Burns, scars, blood stained bars.

Let the fun begin.
Lets the blood drip.
Let the tears flow.
As you strip.

Come on little girl.
This is my idea of fun.
Now please, bring me my gun.
Come, sweel angel, Time to run.

by xxYokaiMaruxx
posted on 04/10/2007