Warning: NSFW/sexual hint, cannibalism, torture
Fuck, Marry, Kill
Who are you choosing baby?
I appreciate the thought put into this
But since when did you choose him over me?
My eyes are up here baby
He is behind you and I am in front of you
Who do you think should pull the first move?
Should I let you choose after everything you've done?
The fearful look in your eyes
You make me love being here
I want to make you fear me
And I want you to fear my touch
I think you love this too much
A gun to your head and a rope
May I change your mind about this?
I might love you but you are going too far
So tell me now baby
Am I the one you'll fuck, marry or kill?
Cornered and tied up
Do I need to threaten you to speak?
He's gone now, why won't you speak?
You don't like his blood on my face?
I did it all for you baby
Now speak and tell me what to do next
Open your eyes now
Lean on my soft touch and learn it
Beautiful face covered in blood
Even more beautiful heart inside your body
Don't you dare scream baby
We don't want your parents waking up
You have such a beautiful pulse, love
I love holding your heart in my hand
Another one in the grave
I wonder what happened this time
But what I wonder more now
Is who the cute guy in a suit is.
-written by G (<3)
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Poems by The Living Tombstone System
RandomWe write a lot of poems, whether they are from source memories, things currently happening, etc. We'd like to share at least a couple of them.
