| Timing is everything, and if I lie to you, then this tie to me. Will be severed, but by the time you figure it out, I'll be adjusting my stats. This is mine, give it to me, be my vessle, time for this desire to conspire in pure psychotic desire to fire up, start working, ticking tomb bomb waiting to dispurst. The liar, the leache, the seven year itch. I could always slit your throat, and leave you dead in a ditch, or toy with you until you believe I'm the hero, but my hero acts became a shamed past long ago. I tried to stop now what it is I'm doing to you, and the finger pointing began, the laughing surfaced, and I was a mockery, a fool, a paper doll left in the rain. Give me one good reason why I should care? Give me one good reason to leave your body intact? Give me just one simple reason, a simple fact. Why should I play nice? Why can't I play Tom cat, and the rest of my prey play Mice? Trust this, I'm working on a plan, to prove that this murder cannot be solved by the man. Iv put days on end of work and practice, stalking, and self esteem building through self chats, with the beast, talking myself and him.. who is me up with him. A broken hero, and a scorned villian, a combination that just helps the killin. Can't remove, the dried reminents of her fluids from my clothes, I can't get rid of that smell.. Pussy in the air, like its dripping free, and wet, I just wish this demon wouldn't dare, to deal a hand of death to everyone at every chance given. To start the killin, but I am now the villian, the hero is broken, the only thing left is his sword, shattered in the corner were he curls in a ball in shame, broken pride, his heavenly ride rinsed down the drain with the blood of my victims. Touch me woman, so I can take whats mine. Give me one good possibility why I shouldn't do this. Give me a reason why not to commit this act, tell me here and now, a single fucking reason why you I should not rape, kill, and leave to be found in a ditch for the detectives to bicker over, make their job meaningful..Without me, whats the point in living? You're already dieing. Maybe I could love you, and maybe we could be happy, we are complete total strangers, but that doesn't mean I'd make you bow down and call me master.. What the fuck am I saying? Why should I give you anymore time to try and fuck with my head? This is what its about timeing! you should be dead! Oh please no, don't kill you, please God no, oh thats going to stop me...Maybe, if you took off all your clothes and laid on that slab of concrete inside the mosilium, then we might have something special babe..But I'm sure you're much to affraid. I guess I'll have to cut you up like a cow in the slaugher house. Why couldn't you just bend over like a good slave? That naked body that will be found lifeless, will be with me until it rots...Oh wait, maybe not. I could dump you off into the river, oh fuck me, decesisions decesisions. Fuck it I'll wing, I want you alive to feel this.. No more time to give me a reason, your out of options time to get fucked, raped, and killed.. thats life, your already dead. *screams crys, and pleads can be heard for hours on end, then the gruesome sound of flesh being opened and blood spilling upon the floor* |
