I hunger for the blade against my skin
Like a necrophiliac lusts for
Cold decaying flesh
I need the blade to feel the rush
Like an addict needs
A shot of ****** racing through their veins
I want to see the blood
Like a murderer stares in amazement
At his latest masterpiece, all gore and guts
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
I hunger for the blade against my skin
Like a necrophiliac lusts for
Cold decaying flesh
I need the blade to feel the rush
Like an addict needs
A shot of ****** racing through their veins
I want to see the blood
Like a murderer stares in amazement
At his latest masterpiece, all gore and guts
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