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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1471797
Gothic Erotic Death
The moonlight tortures your soul.
As it shines through a night black as coal.
Who am I? You demand to know.
I'm the one binding your finger's and toe's.

Covering your mouth with my hand.
Forbidding your scream, from reaching your man.
Seeing the tears roll down your face.
As I pull the knife from its case.

Touching your body, gives me a gruseome thrill.
Knowing tonight, it's you I will kill.
Running the knife down your leg.
I see the fear as you beg.

This is my story, and you are the lead.
Starting at your feet, I make you bleed.
My love for you is in the past.
So this night will be your last.

Cutting you up toe by toe.
For all the times you said no.
Now up to your chest, to carve a name.
Surely not mine, it's you that I blame.

Your breathing now begins to receed.
That's what you get, now you must bleed.
You've been teasing from the start.
I am now finished playing my part.

Death is coming, it won't be long
Soon I will be singng your favorite song.
One last thing left to do.
Bury myself deep inside of you.

As the moonlight tortures my empty soul.
When it shines through a night black as coal.
Your death I will relive each and every day.
I am not sorry, it had to end this way.
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