Trophy

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To keep you to myself tied up alone
Hands bound together bit inside your mouth
Dwell in this pit that I have dug for you
Terror until I'm ready for you

Your body aches from beating that I inflict
I'll like the blood that's dripping
From your bleeding wrists

I piece your skin needles bringing the pain
The putrid odor of your puke and shit
Wretching from the smell of your burning flesh
Razors grazing the skin leaving tiny slits

Your body aches from beating that I inflict
I'll like the blood that's dripping
From your bleeding wrists

I'll violate you and make you wish you were dead
and if you die your head my trophy