I take pleasure
in disecting you,
studying
your pulsing veins
as they slowly stop
their infernal beating.
I love to see you
wither like a dying rose
upon my tabletop;
Trapped in glass
and deprived of oxygen,
you are so beautiful.
When you die,
I will stand above you,
running my fingers
over your porcelain face;
So startling in contrast
to the crimson on your neck.
I warned you;
Dont try to run.
You are mine
and nobody elses.
I keep you in a snowglobe
by my bedside,
and every so often
watch you disappear
in the flurry of vermiculite.
I love to see you drown
in this ornaments tempest.
Deprived of oxygen,
you are so beautiful.














Comments
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~thekoolkyogre
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I respect knowledge, thought and reason, not belief.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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~thekoolkyogre
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I respect knowledge, thought and reason, not belief.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
Last time I get hypnotist raped/murdered that's for damn sure!
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~thekoolkyogre
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I respect knowledge, thought and reason, not belief.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
Ha!
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~thekoolkyogre
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I respect knowledge, thought and reason, not belief.
Nom nom!
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
*Stands up and runs! Straight in to a wall...*
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~thekoolkyogre
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I respect knowledge, thought and reason, not belief.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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