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Destroy

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Booky-TrueIdentities

Published: Oct 17, 2010

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Take the knife in my hand,
I'm going to make you understand.
Drive it in, to your heart,
Twist it through you like an art.
Carve the blade into your skin,
This is the battle I will win.

Curse your name,
Curse the name of this game.
Cut your throat,
Spill your blood,
Let it join the flood.

Slap your face,
Break your bones,
My ears are deaf,
To your perilous moans.

You are mine!
My servant, my whore.
You obey me, and others no more.
I will break you,
Destroy your soul.
Bury you in a bottomless hole.

I will make you rue this day,
Because no matter what,
I'm going to make you pay.

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i was rather pissed when i wrote this as you can probably tell, i had just found out that the guy who said he loved me all of the sudden had a new girlfriend and he had all but completely forgotten that i existed.
so yeah i was a little upset but this isn't something id actually do, just a rant.
and yes i know i swore in this but i don't think one word requires a warning. we've all heard it before its not a big deal