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MY LOVER'S DREAM
Tonight like so many nights before She lies by my side The same rhythmic heartbeat The same scent She has no idea of who I really am Of what I see when I close my eyes If she knew she surely would not sleep so tightly For in my dreams I’ve created her nightmare Each night as I lie beside her And my soul is lost to slumber I revel in my dream of her Her so gentle So loving So innocent Until the time when the mirror cracks and shatters And my true nature’s revealed I see her lying there The bedclothes only partially covering her naked form Exposing brief glimpses of her beauty so pure While above her I leer Knife in hand I caress the blade Along the subtle curves of her body In her sleep she smiles So pretty So peaceful Still she is a woman And no woman can be like this So perfect For none can be trusted Experience tells of their lies Their deceit Their inherent evil Tonight she will pay for all the sins of those before her A bitter scarred man am I And so soon will she be to With the final perfect picture of her cast in my mind I unleash the violence within me Plunging the blinding steal Through the soft white skin of her naked thigh Waking her violently To the scenes of her own free flowing blood Staining her perfect white sheets Her perfect white form In a panic though dazed she tries to escape Still it’s all in vein as hungrily I climb upon her Distraught she cries “Why? Why do you do this my love? Please stop! Tell me why?” I simply whisper “Because I can” With the force of a thousand scorned memories I force my pretties’ legs apart Exposing her lovers haven Often given before But till now never taken But not yet First she must pay With flesh With blood With suffering Taking the blade once more I carve my initials into the soft tissue of her breasts To the ballad of her screams An overture of undoubted beauty She tries to fight Scratching Clawing Peeling at the flaking cuts of mine Those of her own creation Still it’s not me who feels the pain For tonight I feel simply pleasure Giving a worthless whore what she must surely deserve After all her innocence is only an illusion Pulling hard at her hair I whisper softly “Does this hurt?” As once again I slice into her Only this time serving only to widen her own tight innocence To the piercing screams of a banshee Relentless I move to enter her blood stained purity Bathing my manhood in the warm crimson ocean of her love The dance begins Violently I violate her over and over again Each time Harder Faster Crueller Revelling in the beauty of her rape As cum mixes with blood In a most satisfying elixir of lust When all is done I take one last look at her Taking the knife one final time To slit her worthless screaming throat To end her misery Before she could ever inflict it on me It’s then I wake As I open my eyes I see a woman before me Knife in hand Blood pouring from my thigh Terrified I ask my lover “Why?” “That’s simple, because I can!”
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