Your death

What you did proves a lot to me
What you say tells me what you became
It shows how much you don’t care
How afraid of yourself you really are

Do you know how blood looks
Ever seen someone bleed to death
A person crying for forgiveness
There is a first time for everything

My dream is to tie you in a chair
Cut you open with a knife
See your frightening eyes
Make you suffer
Make all your insides come to the outside
Your hands shacking and you screaming
And the only sound you hear is my laugh
The only thing I hear is your crying
Asking for help and no one coming out to see it

You look so beautiful sitting in that chair
Tied up and suffering
Oh that is pleasure
I can’t wait to make you bleed some more

That’s just one of my nice dreams
I hope it comes true because
In order for me to live I need you dead