I want to see your blood splattered upon the floor the trail leading now where but to my form. My body covered in your gour. Come let us play.
I see what was left of you, the life force draining from the wounds that were made. I can feel drips of the wetness falling from this shell of mine. I can see your eyes glassing over, Come let us play.
You wanted this remember? You asked, oh in not so many words, but I have given you your needs. Your life force taken from this place, this place you longed to leave. Come let us play.
I sat you down, I took it away, I am glad, the feeling of euphoria coming over me. Taking life is what I do, giving death is what I am. Come...let us play. Last words from your mouth, Come, let us play.
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