Unfinished
I'm afraid we'll have to discuss
there's a killer here among us
one for each little blooddrop
two for you to make my heart stop
three for you to eat my intinstines
four for you to strike my eyes blind
Killer, killer, killerboy
never been more than a sick toy
five for you to rip my hair
six for you to bleed me bare
seven for you to slash my wrists
eight for your sudden gun-kiss
Maybe after you consume my flesh
The world will start to hurt less
Marionette Dragon Community Member 
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