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Sweet Dream

Seething in my fist-curled rage
I pound the walls inside my cage.
My eyes slide open, wild and green,
And suddenly I cease to dream.
You writhe beneath my body, cold.
Sweet blood oozes, molten gold.
The razor slips from bloodied fingers,
the scent of death so sweetly lingers.
You still beneath me, simply stare.
Fingers, bloodied, thread through your hair.
I murmur softly, in my delight,
"Goodnight, my pretty, sweet goodnight."

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