I feel you watching me. Wishing you could be like me. To be that bitch that doesn’t give a fuck. To live the life of no consequences. Instead you spend all your time wanting to be like me and watching from the sidelines.
You see that little girl waiting at the bus stop. Wanting to just ride up to her and snatch her up and drag her in to her moment of hell. Instead you just fantasize. Fuck fantasizing, I have to have the real thing. The real sound of little screams begging me to stop. The real sound of hot blood on my fingertips as I look down at her trembling body, proud of my masterpiece. Torture and murder is an artform. I fucking love art! Give me a call and listen to me paint a canvas of pain and intense
suffering……
