Don't move.
don't blink
don't breathe.
thinking is dead.
lying on the ground...
wondering..
getting more lost
as time goes by
i'am awake all night
still wondering...about you,
why must you add to the
pain i have already felt..
as the ache on my wrist
hurts more, the more i want to
hate you.
beware
you just stay there...
don't do anything, as you
wait...wait there until i come back
in the meantime..u sit there and
bleed....you will be dead by the time i'am back...
your grave is a dark
room in my mind
there is where i will
quietly torture you.....