Rip, tare, gouge, pop!
The screaming will not stop.
Clamp, squeeze, pull back!
They come out with a loud crack.
I take anothe fingernail, your hands I shall dismember. Blood pours from your fragile palms on this cold November.
A churn enters your stomach, you become sickly. A haze enters your hurting head and you will pass out quickly.
Fingernails, fingernails, I will collect all ten. Grab you by your crippled hands, I need to hear your scream again.
Yank, rip, bleed out!
Tonight I'll hear you shout.
You'll go insane!
I scuff another vein.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Rip, tare, gouge, pop!
The screaming will not stop.
Clamp, squeeze, pull back!
They come out with a loud crack.
I take anothe fingernail, your hands I shall dismember. Blood pours from your fragile palms on this cold November.
A churn enters your stomach, you become sickly. A haze enters your hurting head and you will pass out quickly.
Fingernails, fingernails, I will collect all ten. Grab you by your crippled hands, I need to hear your scream again.
Yank, rip, bleed out!
Tonight I'll hear you shout.
You'll go insane!
I scuff another vein.
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