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I'm keeping her bound and gagged.
Soaked in gasoline with her hands behind her back.
You better do as told or you’ll never see her again
That’s right, your daughter is locked away in my secret den
If you don’t do as told expect her head to be sent in the mail
But, if you wish for her back you best make sure you don’t fail
Go take my place in the prison for life
Or it will come back at your daughter in the form of a knife.
If you want to see your daughter again.
Make sure everything goes as planned.
Sincerely,        
Your Greatest Enemy
William Sep 2014
slip my hands around your throat
slip my blade though your vein,
Little monster.
Throw the first punch
you're already dead
why not die twice?
Theres already blood on my hands.

Guilty pleasures of the deviant mind
scratches down the spine,
Bite marks along your side,
Love bites across your collar bones.
my little monster,
Make a sound
leave your moans down the hallway.

Latex gloves against the skin,
Making his incision
victims lie screaming
eyes wide open
he looks down
for he found his little monster,
Within.
Patrick Conroy Jul 2014
Me
I've been called
A freak
A ******
A headcase
I've been told that
I'm crazy
I'm insane
I'm bizzare
I've heard my actions are
Alarming
Unsettling
Offbeat
All of this may be true
But it's me.
Syreena Phelps Jul 2014
Everyone I know is crazy,
except those in the hospitals.
The insane haven't lost their ****** minds,
they've found it.

If you can't understand this,
perhaps you're considered 'sane,'
by the 'sane,' when really,
you're blinded by society's plague.

Open your mind to insanity !
You have much to learn.
The world around us is a lie.
If you can't comprehend that,

open your  **eyes
Syreena Phelps Jul 2014
The deeper the cuts,
the more they bleed.
The longer the cuts,
the less you'll need.

More medication,
for doctor's greed.
BG Ibañez Jul 2014
All I drank was the blood
Feeling like the lush taste of brandy
And the dry rasp of whiskey
I wanted what ran your heart
To run
Mine

Then, I curl against the corner
With a knife in my left hand
Rusting from crimson red
Washing it with my tears
At the same time, bashing my head
On where we could have lived
On what was starting to be
Ours

Why didn't you love me?
Wide Eyes Jun 2014
The peals of laughter, the smiles
The atmosphere was one of joy and tranquility
Shivers ran up his spine, it disgusted him,
The time had come, the end was near…

The burning desire to evoke pain,
The grave thirst to summon tears.
The murderer’s instinct to ****,
The time had come, the end was near…

As the unnoticed silhouette crept by,
Irrevocable, irredeemable, insolent.
The assailant’s eyes filled with ardent desire,
The time had come, the end was near…

The screams, the pain, the sorrow,
The thirst which only tears and blood could quench,
His sole want-terror, his sole weapon-death,
The time had come, the end was here.
On the floor lies a shattered teacuP
Dropped by prim, graceful handS
Belonging to a certain somebodY
It was a monster so sadistiC
That he carried his wratH
Wherever he would gO
He'd be waiting at your doorsteP
With the hunger of a piranhA
When he takes you as prey like thaT
You'll regret ever crossing a psychopat**H
Hannibal-inspired (the TV series). I'm still not over the Season 2 finale.
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