I want to cut you down.
Gag you so that you don't make a sound.
Each cut a portal into true ecstasy.
There's the knife, the floor, there's you and me.
And although all I feel for you is hatred.
I know I can't possibly change this.
I can't change my love for blood flow.
I can't change my love for that rusty red glow.
And I won't even try to deny,
that your blood is an ecstasy high.
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Just mah stuff
I just said it, just mah stuff.... jeesh :stare:
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It could turn into a song, I wish
you good luck.
Could you make it longer? Add
a chorus? No lie, this is the best one.