sadists and masochists

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i wish that i could still dream a dream
without you in my peripheral
because i hate to think of your eyes
(bourbon, starlit)
falling upon me, a wretched beast
(human, barely)
as another skull caves beneath the sole of my boot

smug skeleton grins
fractured by force, just a kick or
twelve
i'd like to see them laugh at us now
but don't look down, don't look down
at the mess i've made
even if it was a mess made in your name
this is what i was afraid of

you're not safe in my dreams
that's where i want to hurt you most
sadism knocks
and she looks like the ghosts
of past lovers and non-runners
don't open that door
run along, this place isn't for you
i want to hurt you so bad

which of us is sleeping?
or are we both just dead?
my love, please get out of my head
you're standing over a hollow grave
through the moss i see a name
strange thing
it's spelled exactly like yours
this is the secret i've been trying to hide
but the drowned cat is out of the bag
so close your eyes
'cause it's almost over

you should not have come here
now you're in full focus
and there's only fire in my peripheral
(let's burn alive)
i can hear your heart
quivering, shivering, withering
oh, don't be afraid
for i have killed you a thousand times
you'll enjoy it
if only you allow yourself to

when i take your life
i'll be drunk on daydreams and bourbon
bruised knees buried into the dirt
on either side of you
so tell me you're a masochist
it's no fun if you're not loving this;
it's no fun if you're not begging for pain
through a sick symphony
of bubbling blood and snapping bones
(harder, harder)

i'd say i'm sorry to have hurt you
but i'm not
because i am barely human
and you are barely breathing anyway
i think i am awake, my love
my eyes are open
shining in your dying starlight
this is my heaven, this is your hell
this is real life
and you are a night sky unraveling

kiss my knuckles with your bloody lips
and know, in your last moments,
that i would do this all again
right down to the last kick in your teeth;
to the second i spit in your pretty dead face
why, you should be flattered
because i kill everybody i love
and i've only ever killed you

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