Knives
I love to play with knives,
It's a fun thing to do,
Especially when I find,
That I have stabbed you..
The red starts to pour,
And you start to scream,
In the deep of the night,
You hope it's a dream..
No Dear Child,
It's not a dream,
You are wide awake,
And your eyes now gleam..
Now close your eyes Dear Child,
Your time's almost done
Just rest your eyes,
Trust me,
Hell will be fun..
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