As the blade passed from ****** to maniac.
The weapon steals a minute portion of their tortured souls.
The energy pulsating form its hilt,
Empowers its wielder with wit and agility.
The humblest of men succumb to its addictive call.
In the moment, not one ounce of guilt is felt, the dagger prevents it,
Replacing most emotions with the bloodthirsty need to ****
Seconds before the crime, no life is seen in the murderer’s eyes.
The only emotion visible as the knife is ****** into you, is bliss.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
As the blade passed from ****** to maniac.
The weapon steals a minute portion of their tortured souls.
The energy pulsating form its hilt,
Empowers its wielder with wit and agility.
The humblest of men succumb to its addictive call.
In the moment, not one ounce of guilt is felt, the dagger prevents it,
Replacing most emotions with the bloodthirsty need to ****
Seconds before the crime, no life is seen in the murderer’s eyes.
The only emotion visible as the knife is ****** into you, is bliss.
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