Decisions Of Murder

Hurt me like you mean it

Bite my skin and peel it

Tear me apart and watch me bleed out

I am human I think

I am something certainly

Maybe something else

Help me I’m loosing it

I want to tear her apart

She’s done no wrong and anger rests in my heart

I feel like a broken record

A broken toy

A toy was all I was to my peers

Maybe they wanted me to be like this

Maybe I am meant for it

Break my fingers

Take out my eyes

Wound me so bad I can’t touch you

I don’t want to hurt you

I want to cut you into pieces

Watch the blood drain from the ceiling

Pour a glass and sit back

As you scream Bloody Mary

No one can save you

No one will find you

No one will look

No one

But I can’t do this of course

For it is wrong

And I feel a deep sense of love towards you

Not reciprocated but that’s ok

Maybe I should break my own bones

Tear out my own eyes

Render myself useless

Become a slave

Or maybe just die

I don’t know anymore

Do I do it or not?

Do break it or rot

Do I?

Do I?

Perhaps we shall see

If the monsters catch me

If the light burns out

If the blood runs cold

Maybe we’ll see a genicide within

Or just maybe

Just maybe

I can learn to forgive?

And forget

The perfect opportunity

The perfect murder

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