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Jan 2016
Blood runs through my hands and stains the cold concrete.
As your heart rate drops with every beat.
The smell of fear and adrenaline arouse my sense like a woman's caress.
I bury my knife deep inside your chest.
I lose control with every slash, as my blade cuts away.
Now close your eyes while I carve you up
And hang you for display.
Kaoz420
Written by
Kaoz420  Bloomington,CA
(Bloomington,CA)   
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