Perfect Sacrifice

by sweet_rebellion   Nov 20, 2006


As I sit in my room and wait for you to understand,
Its not with words or the touch of a hand

But the feeling of hate, if you look inside you'll find
A black hole for my heart and a twisted memory for my mind

The sweat drops of blood trickling down my face
You make my hands tremble and my heart race

I dread every minute I spend with you
Your time is up, your life is due

As you shriek and you scream,
you begin to feel pain

but I have not begun,
I just said your name

as I reach for the knife laying on the floor
I lunge for you, as you plunge for the door

With one single slice,
my aim was quite nice

Pain you Will cause me no more
As your blood runs cold and your skin turns to ice

you have been,
my perfect sacrifice

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