You're not dying fast enough
I'm strangling, trying to squeeze as tight as I can, blood spurting out of your mouth.
Where is that knife?
Oh here it is, should I use it? No...
I want you to die slow
No! I don't care
I start stabbing, stabbing as fast as my hands can wave, never seen so much blood,
never been so happy.
Maybe I can be a doctor after all...
Forever passes in a second as I look through my bloody glasses,
I can't recognize you, just a mass of flesh and mashed bones on the floor.
so attractive, even in death
I press my face to the ground, revelling in your shapeless body, your bashed face,
Never laughed this hard, all because of you...