Rest Uneasy

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    Rest Uneasy

    You must think this agony is equsite.

    You must think that I enjoy my new loss of hope.

    You must be crazy to think that in all my years I havent been here before.... Drowning in my own decayed existance.

    Mabye you are right, mabye I deserve to lie here bleeding at your mercy.
    Is it my blood you want? Cuz I can reassure you that it runs cold.
    How will you feed your new whore?

    I have a enough confidence to know you will never find another like me. None other will make your dick throb like I do, and you certainly will not find another to embrace the shit you will put her through.
    Enjoy her decadance while you have it cuz she wont stick around, that I can promise you.

    On that note, do me one last favor... die.
    Die a horribly painful death.
    And on your deathbed, remember me... remember all of those nights that you indulged yourself in me wether or not I allowed you to, and I hope your ears are ringing with my voice begging you to stop.

    Once I am able to move on..... and believe me I will, I will haunt you until its your blood that seeps through my fingers.
    I will show no mercy, and in that you can rest uneasy in your eternal, but hotter than fucking hell, sleep.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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