Come little boys
Play with me
If you like things rough
I'm your rapist
When you die (by my hands)
You ...intruder
Will ******** you again
I'm just being your average necrophiliac
I cant be harmed
From those "nasty" diseases
Or those pointy blades
For I am already
At my weakest point
Closest to Death
Closest to your pain
I will never leave you alone
For I am your excruciating nightmare
That haunts you when you wake
And will not let go as the days go on
It/I will leave a trail
Of poison attached to your heart
When you live your life
You will weaken
Just as I have
I will haunt your every moment
Torturing you with sex as you sleep
So your mind will be mine
By my power
Mind you this poem is a goal that I shall carry out in either this life or the next...hopefully this one.
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