Keep Screaming

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     A small knife driven into the heart. It twists slowly and the blood gushes out; oozes onto the carpeted floor. I smile, even more so than usual. It moves downward and slices your midsection open. Your crowded screams sound like beautiful music to me.

     Keep Screaming.

     I love to hear your screams. But I would love it even more if you would smile for me. Don't you think my face is beautiful? Don't you want to see me forever in your dreams? Your screams are starting to become annoying rap. They're fluttering. You're no use to me. I will go to find another victim.

     Or should I say friend? I love you, friend. Sleep well.

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