Your Destiny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am the one who decides.

On when you suffer.

And when you die.

I will take my time to play.

Making you scream,

while having my way.

Nicking and cutting you to the bone.

As you beg

and plead to go home.

But all your screams turn me on.

You look so sweet

like a little fawn.

I will make your face my master piece.

Masks of blood,

make my pleasure increase.

I love the way you pull against the rope.

Like you could ever get free.

But I love your hope.

I will tighten the noose around your neck.

Keeping you in place.

For my final act!

You wont live thru it of course.

But I am going to impale you.

With GREAT force!

I want to watch you drained dry.

Slowly withering.

As you die.

As you slip further away.

I will let my friends use you.

In EVERY way!

I am sorry that is the way it has to be.

That is what I decided.

Your Destiny.

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