Bloodthirsty.
A bloodthirsty devil in the shape of a girl.
One mortal at a time, she slaughters the world.
A deadly grip on the throat of her victim.
Bored to bits, she only wants to play with him.
Her fingers are long and slender with deadly nails,
With a venomous touch, like scorpion tails.
Her teeth like a bonesaw, to rip through skin.
She finds her Heaven in a world full of Sin.
She lures them in with a glance of seduction,
Her wicked half-smile sends the instruction.
"Come a little closer, you know what you want. Of course,
What you don't know is that I only want you for your cold corpse."
He walks boasting a cocky little grin, he thinks that he's in it.
But she had something in mind that he obviously didn't.
With her precious fangs, pearly white, piercing as her stare.
She wants only one thing - a body filled with flesh to tear.
She wants the blood, the insides, she wants them all,
She wants to nail his eyeballs to her blood-drenched walls.
But he doesn't know, his hormones rage, strutting in strides,
She smells it in him, her hormones flare, he won't survive.
All she wants is the blood swimming through his veins,
His last day will be filled with unimaginable pleasures and pains.
"Come a little closer, you know I want your body.
What you don't know is I want it pale, cold, and rotting."
If He Chooses
His mouth exhales a series of murders.
But he could never Truly hurt her.
"Worry less, It was all for the very best,"
Spoke the knife standing from her chest.
As it drips in Red like semen from the virgin's hole.
Ripped, torn, deflowered, then devoured whole.
Needles conspire to penetrate those pretty veins...
He skull-fucked her because he liked her for her brain.
His tears drop in a string of grisly mutilations.
His name stings frightened lips all across nations.
He doesn't love a soul, and cares for even fewer.
His heart pumps only the contents of the sewers.
The newest girl, they hear, was brave and showed no fear.
They found her on the picket fence, throat slit from ear to ear.
He fucked the wound and filled it with his filthy love.
Near her corpse, he lay the remains of a severed dove.
It got worse with his first, he was obsessed with her eyes.
He reached and gouged it out while fucking her from behind.
As her screams got him off, he fingered the bloody eye hole,
Turned her around, knocked her out and finished in her skull.
The first boy was a priceless toy he'd never forgotten.
His corpse lay in his bed still, tied, dried, and rotten.
He still plays with the parts he'd kept of the once living.
Gnawing the bone, fucking the skull, receiving as much as giving.
And he'll never stop, he just can't get enough.
Without a slaughter, there's just no getting off.
He'll take every little piece if he so chooses to!
And you should feel lucky if he so chooses you.
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