Final Fuck

 

I feel him

I cannot breath

He stirs behind me

Burning inside my mind

His talons rip through my chest

I watch the blood drip to the floor

Slowly gripping at my heart

He holds it tight and firm

Feeling it's dull pulse

Of bitter rage

No escape

Dying

The beating of my sick heart

Stimulates my mind and soul

Final Mind Fuck

Final Fuck

 

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