Lays Still
The pain shows,
On his face.
I don’t think,
He can take it,
Anymore.
Takes in deep,
Breaths,
To slow or,
Dull the pain.
It works but,
Only for a bit.
This pain make,
It hard to walk,
And anything else,
That involves to,
Move.
The pain is so,
Much he could,
Die.
Will it go,
Away?
As the doll takes,
Another nibble to,
The chest.
The man falls once,
More.
The pain shows,
All over.
You can only,
Laugh at his,
Pain.
Laugh!
Laugh and know,
Why that this man,
Deserved it.
That bastard,
As live to long,
For all his sins.
He must die,
Or no,
Confection,
Will ever request,
To you.
Let that thing,
Have what he is,
Long over due,
For.
That man must,
Get.
His.
Punishment.
You grin as,
You stab the doll,
One more,
Time.
Blood leaks from,
His mouth and,
Eyes.
He’s dying but,
Slowly.
To slowly.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Rip his eyes,
Out!
Tear him limb,
From limb.
Squeeze him til,
He breaths,
No more.
Yes,
You can feel,
Yourself live,
Once more.
As he lays still.
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