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The Final Act

Your bones will be mine,
Their cracking sound
To my ears so fine.
Your screams are drowned
By the dripping,
The tearing,
The ripping
And the cutting.
So beautiful you lie
Eyes open, lips parted,
As I peer inside.
Your heart is still,
Your soul has fled,
Your blood a pure red.
An empty shell
Is the body you had.
I’m covered in you,
It’s the latest fad.
Your heart in my hand,
I relive the moment
Of ecstasy so grand,
When your life was taken.
By my hand snuffed out.

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