What an intimidating looks you have,
a stare that cries for help.
Fear clouded on your face,
as you trembled with just my presence.
You know what I am,
You know what I want.
Am I horrendous?
Or the knife is?
The beautiful curve of my knife,
hopes to carve into your skin.
It wishes to taste your blood,
wishes to be stain in red.
Isn't that his role,
isn't that his job.
It's just a tool,
with that desire.
Piercing into your skin,
it shivered with pleasure.
Bloods flow like river,
not just one but several.
Now what do we have?
A body with no motion,
A vessel with no soul.
This will add to my collection,
a beautiful doll.
It's time to find a new one,
for my wonderful collection.
My one and only,
beautiful doll.
