The knife, leaves her live ended in strife
Resembling a hive, casting yet another dive in the abyss
Her wish to receive love’s kiss was given
The price, was to abandon the living
Temped by fame, jewelry and a beauty unknown
She followed a name, Gucci, worn by a man alone
Taken to a place where his face left no trace of peace
A murder case, a slow pace as she came to decease
He tied her to a pipe, and beat her with his fists
He punctured her with needles, no organ was missed
He cut off her nipples, her nose, her clit
Exquisite pain, unable to die from it
He ensured she lived through, experience it all
He endured as he watched her heart rate fall
The ending is the best, his emotions are heart meant
One breath is left, he views to his soul’s content
She dies, and in his mind never has a bond been so true
As he kisses her forehead and whispers “I love you”
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A serial killer unlike any other
Treated correctly by his father and mother
No desire wasn’t met, a spoiled little brat
His bank account never went below real fat
He has everything his heart desires and more
And it isn’t because he is rotten to the core
That he goes out and kills, tortures and maims
Or tattoos their names on his body for fame
No, for him it’s the beauty of sharing
For him its tranquility in the essence of caring
For one who has it all, there is but one call
To simply have a ball, and linger until the end does fall
Does not do it for the kick, he is not a addict
Public considers him sick, but they can suck his dick
He hates those who live life like he does
Have the world in their palms for no just cause
Envies those who have what he does not
Feels they should share or simply stop
His jealousy runs undeniably deep
But his passion for this emotion is equally steep
As he adores those who have the eternal sleep