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So that's two romance poems I put out. And I'm not the romantic type. Time to write opposite genres.
Muah by Moxxi
Muahahaha, I laughed in my mind.
I pick up the knife, and stab you from behind.
I stab you thrice, don't you ever walk away from me!
What's the cause of this, hate or jealousy?
As you turn around, you try to defend.
But the blade is in my hand, in MY hand your life depends.
You stupid pathetic fool, I'll cut you down to size.
And after you're cold dead body is limp, I have a surprise.
I cut your throat deep, I take a blood bath.
That warm sticky liquid, oh so appealing.
Now that your life is fading, any last words?
Who am I kidding, I don't give a f***.
That shit is for the birds.
You slump over and hit the ground, leaving a puddle of your scarlet ingredients.
When I have the weapon, you shall show me obedience.
Now that you're dead, you can't disobey.
Your words have been deleted and left a stray.
The puddle grows bigger and runs under my shoes.
If only you hadn't walked away, I gave you the choice to choose.
You disrespected me and my psychotic, when you face my darker side it's inevitable you'll lose.
I take off my socks, my shoes, my shirt, my bra, my pants, my panties, everything. Won't be needing anything.
I slide the knife away as I cover myself in your warm blood, manically but gently singing.
My naked body covered in your most precious fluid, you're the reason we're in this position because you thought I wouldn't do it.
Now who's in control? Now who's the boss? NOW WHO HAS A SAY?
Me. Don't you ever walk away when I'm talking to you.
I put my hot lips on your cold ones, Muah.
In death, you'll remember everything I've done to you.
Muah by Moxxi
Muahahaha, I laughed in my mind.
I pick up the knife, and stab you from behind.
I stab you thrice, don't you ever walk away from me!
What's the cause of this, hate or jealousy?
As you turn around, you try to defend.
But the blade is in my hand, in MY hand your life depends.
You stupid pathetic fool, I'll cut you down to size.
And after you're cold dead body is limp, I have a surprise.
I cut your throat deep, I take a blood bath.
That warm sticky liquid, oh so appealing.
Now that your life is fading, any last words?
Who am I kidding, I don't give a f***.
That shit is for the birds.
You slump over and hit the ground, leaving a puddle of your scarlet ingredients.
When I have the weapon, you shall show me obedience.
Now that you're dead, you can't disobey.
Your words have been deleted and left a stray.
The puddle grows bigger and runs under my shoes.
If only you hadn't walked away, I gave you the choice to choose.
You disrespected me and my psychotic, when you face my darker side it's inevitable you'll lose.
I take off my socks, my shoes, my shirt, my bra, my pants, my panties, everything. Won't be needing anything.
I slide the knife away as I cover myself in your warm blood, manically but gently singing.
My naked body covered in your most precious fluid, you're the reason we're in this position because you thought I wouldn't do it.
Now who's in control? Now who's the boss? NOW WHO HAS A SAY?
Me. Don't you ever walk away when I'm talking to you.
I put my hot lips on your cold ones, Muah.
In death, you'll remember everything I've done to you.
