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Dear diary,
Tonight will be our last, my hands are itching for razors.
My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings, consumed by
sickness I ache to see your blood. The hour approaches when
I shall lay a nest inside of you. Sliced open I lay waste to my
desires, sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile and in my
dreams I hold your head beneath the waves. After you've died,
I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck. You enter me in deaths
perpetual embrace, my skin tightens in the throes of lust, and in
my dreams I cut your mouth from ear to ear, dissecting your angelic
body in the quiet of your room. How splendidly I carve into your
tender heart, I'm shuddering between the sheets for weeks. I've
watched you perched 'bove your sleeping form as I caress your
perfection. My angel, I'll tear your insides out, my mind is flooding
with the marrow of your bones. I cannot subside 'til I have suckled
every inch of you. Your features now glazed in your own blood, my
fingers find home amongst your guts and in my dreams I hold your
head beneath the waves, after you've died I kiss the nape of your
porcelain neck. You enter me in deaths perpetual embrace, my
skin tightens in the throes of lust, and in my dreams I cut your
mouth from ear to ear, dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of
your room. How splendidly I carve into your tender heart, I'm
shuddering between the sheets. I whisper your name as you awaken
your throat gasps, your skin recoils, we shall be intertwined, entangled
in our love. Murder beckons as time stops for your voice, I'll love
you, forever, and forever it shall be. The knives begin singing, weeping
for your flesh, the pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my
mind. The rampant state of elation heightened by paleness of your
cries, with a promise of absolution. My thoughts are tangled in my
creations with a promise of unequaled pleasure. Reason is twisting, the
knives are crooning for this perfect end for weeks. I've watched you
perched 'bove your sleeping form as I caress your perfection. My
angel, I'll tear your insides out, my mind is flooding with the marrow
of your bones. I cannot subside 'til I have suckled every inch of you,
I feel the fibers stretch and tear, unbridled climax is achieved. I have
waited so long for this moment, the euphoric act of suicide.