Is my dagger sharp against your throat or should I push it in deeper to hear you scream from the pain and let my eyes glow in happiness to see you die by me
you wiggle and scream trying to get away you cant escape from my grip of death soon you will meet the maker you might just as well say your prays
scream louder make it more fun for me let me know i am causing you the pain pray to your precious god for it all to stop the blood dripping down your neck
your shirt slowly being soaked by the blood before i drop you to the ground standing over you watching you choke on your blood leaning down over your body
licking the blood from your lips laughing coldly in your face as i taste the sweetness of your death smelling the sweet scent of your death
the stickiness of your death sticking to the bottom of my shoe as i kick your almost dead body to the side letting you hit the wall as i drop the dagger hearing it fall into the blood
turning away from your dead corpse leaving you to rot alone your screams still echoing in my head the image of your pain still planted
stopping at the door way looking over my shoulder at you one last time letting the words pass my lips, "should have listened to me you had your warning" turning away as the darkness falls
