I am never late
Never tarry does I
Slow and careful
Meticulous and precise
The planned details
Executed perfectly
Every moment
Is what it is
What I have
Decided upon
I control where the knife
Shall move across you
Pale skin, dark skin
It writhes under my touch
Cool blade controlled
Cries, sweet melodies
On my ears
Brought forth by my planning
The eyes that speak of fear
Of the endless terror
So well
I bring out your darkest fears
With a flick
Slice deep or shallow
What is your preference?
How shall I compare
When you cry out so, so
Deliciously
Who shall win the prize
Of being mine?
In your squalid heaps
I chose you
The rest fall to the ground
Their cries dooming them
They do not express
The pain and agony
Of my perfection and planning
Unlike you
Your cries echo
Into my dreams
Distance shall not part us
I will come for you
Out of this contraption of bars
And put those cries to a test
Will you cries be the perfection?
They are so beautiful
Under the careful ministrations
Of my knife
Cry, sweetling
I am not far behind you
Cry out loud for me
I shall be here for you soon
Cry beloved, express the torment
Dip the knife deeper
As your flesh dances
Cry; dig it below your fragile skin
Bright ruby blood
I am coming for you
Cry!
Miss me honey?
I hear you cry
So exquisite.