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Love and Blisters

A balm to my soul it will be
To see your precious face in agony
You'll be my vassal for indemnity
You useless cunt, you heartless bitch, I'll make you see
What you've done to me
You thought you'd get away; oh but look now you're my abductee  
In this great big world who would save you now? Nobody!
Ha Ha! What? You disagree?
Oh that's alright, I'll show you the burnt corpses of your family!
Look at this picture, bitch, that's them! Yeah I took a few shots when I went to sightsee
No, don't look away! Look at this; I know, it looks a bit grisly  
How their bodies are crumbling to ashes in the debris  
It's hilarious! They're scattered everywhere like fleas!
Enough about the dead bodies, lets talk about you and me
Oh yeah you left me for that peewee
That little cunt who thinks you love her, the idiocy
I can't help but laugh, you thought I was still in love? I marvel your stupidity!
those days were adorable, but they're just a rotten memory
Of what could've been
But I'm starting to feel great in this reality
With you here with me alone, just us, no disturbances
I've bought a whole lot of things; a crowbar, a saw and the brazen bull I built just for you- it's real deadly!  
What can I do, I have a thing for torturing; aren't I kinky?
Look, how nice these ropes feel, this metal, these iron cuffs will make an erotic scene
With you, like a whore, bare and fragile on your knees
Cry a little, bitch, I want to hear you scream!
What was that? Did you threaten to call the police?
Well, sorry to disappoint you but that's not how this is ending
Do you know how? With your head in my lap and your limbs there in a heap!
Aw don't shed those precious tears, there's still so much to reminisce about, my dear
 Like the time when you came over and we made out on the couch and you said you were in love with me like it was some decree
Or the time when we found ourselves feeling each other up; hot, wet and carefree
I loved you then, with all my heart and now that I think about it we do have a lot of history
But you decided to betray me, stabbed me square in the heart; if only I had foreseen
That you would kill the person I wanted to be
Well bitch it's time to go under and concede!
Written by Rosedd13
Published | Edited 2nd Sep 2014
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