I see her *******, strapped in like a animal gone mad.
Can she see me? No. She cant... Can she?
I have cleaned those toys just for her.
I think she knows I am crazy by now.
I speak but I am scared but harsh.
I see her struggle like a wounded soldier trying to fight.
I tell her to knock it off.
She called me a vial name.
Witch!!!!
I snapped.
I wanted to hurt my Dove before I had any real fun.
I grabbed the closest knife next to me...
I was enraged
I drove it into her pale skinny arm.
See her bleed made me happy.
Hearing the flesh rip apart, it made me wet with pleasure.
She tried and tried to get away from me.
I called her a horrible name.
Telling her to stop.
I ****** the knife into her little waist.
Watching bleed.
Her body nearly covered in this sweet color of red.
She screamed at me, telling me she wanted to die now.
I gave in.
I told her I would.
Not for her sake.
For mine.
So I wouldn't go to far.
I stabbed her heart.
Watching her eyes flutters like a butterflies wing.
I kissed her forehead.
Told her I love her.
I disappeared as soon as she came.