You ask yourself how does it feel.
But I get no response.
You wonder how could you have failed
so miserably to stop the blood.
You scream for help
but no one comes.
As your blood fills
the bath to the brim,
I laugh at you with hate
in my very eyes you gave me.
You begin to choke so
I slit your throat.
Waiting for you to die,
would be such a tease.
But when you are gone,
there is the reward.
The wait ends and the
tease comes to a sudden stop.
Now I remove your
empty vessel from the bath.
Prepare myself for my
BLOODY BATH.
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