Insanity [Part 1]
You think I'm done? You think we're through? I've only begun to torture you. I'll rip out your bones, and tear at your flesh. The taste of your blood; so deliscious, so fresh. Your skin is so pure. Your lifesource is dim. Your struggles are pointless. You cannot win. A few little cuts will not suffice. You need to pain, the blood, the knife. It's cold razor edge will slice at your skin, and then proceed to cut off your limbs. Your screams, your whimpers, your whines. Oh the sound, so sweet and divine. Your pain has entranced me. it has engulfed in my mind. I will devour you...I will...in time. But we are not finished, we can still play. let us continue this torturous game.
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BleedingSoulposted on 10/30/2007
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