Come to Me
(part 2)

I lie on the bed
A mess of my own blood
My hair tangled and matted
A mask of death on my face
My eyes open and glazed
Sticky and liquefying
A part runs down my cheek
My countenance slashed
Horror written in the terrible
Scream of my cold lips
My clothes shredded off of me
To reveal deep slashes
Beneath the cloth
To cold air allows
No animals or insects
Only the frigid stare
Of Death
My throat that you had kissed
Gashed open
Slit with coagulated blood
So deep you can see he bone
My legs almost severed
My wrists cut
Blood everywhere
My stomach torn out
Innards spread across the bed
Where we lay together
The limp heaviness of my limbs
Terrorize you
Cold flesh
Never to live
Your lover dead
And now he leaps
From the shadows
And hacks you to pieces
So you can join me in hell.

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