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Santiam's Fury

I am blood red
  hungry to smash your heart in on itself
  and your fist into her face
She deserves it, that little whore
    she wouldn't listen
      she wouldn't obey
  and now we're going to send her to hell

I am the hole in the wall
  an empty black eye socket
where you set me loose
    Did you really think you could hold me in?
Ha. You'll taste the truth soon enough
    like the coppery blood on your tongue
  where your teeth tore flesh and set your life free

I am the bruises along his face
  where his father set me free
I am the gun he used to end his father's life
    because he couldn't handle any more of me
  and yet, what irony, that in doing so he would take me in

I am the explosion that ripped their limbs to shreds
  leaving little pieces of their hearts strewn across the streets
  I am the man who, stone-faced, forces that knife into her
and then tosses her aside

You want me, don't you?
  Oh, I know you know me.
  We've met before, when your hands shook with rage
and your voice was a sword, cutting deep
Yes, you know me.
    The question is, will we meet again?
I certainly hope so...we have oh so much fun together
  Don't we?



Author notes

He crawls across your back, scarring you so deep your heart can't even feel it anymore. And he wants more...your heart, your mind, and ultimately, your life. The choice is yours.

Say hello to Rage. He loves you in the sickest ways.

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