I can taste your blood.
I even smell it smell it in the air.
i even kept that snippet of your hair
i watch you as you sleep, I watch you as you eat.... i even like those socks that let your toes peak.
i an taste your blood I can smell it in the air.
first ill remove your scalp, Even remove each hair, ill slice my knife right through you leaving you for dead.
cut you in to pieces and even freeze your head ill skin your arms and even ut off your face  and ten ill serve it to one of your mates i hear you begging begging to be saved
ill bury you in a field with  unmarked graves...quick call the police before its all but to late.


written by d smith