She's so beautiful,
But cynical,
Undeniably,
Breath taking,
It's a mystery,
Why she hits on me,
It's a bit risky,
But worth taking,
I'm so close now,
She won't hold back,
I'm at that point,
I'm breaking,
It's so sad to see,
What's left of you and me,
But it's all your fault,
That we're hating,
We don't speak in bed,
Let our actions scream,
Every bit of rage,
And pleasure,
It's anger-fueled,
When we act the fools,
And I now that it's,
Heart-breaking,
It aches sometimes,
And when I close my eyes,
I see her face,
Blood staining,
Axe is in my hand,
I'm a sadistic man,
And she's just my,
Bloody plaything,
It's psychotic,
And,
Erotic,
And,
I don't think that it's,
Her faking,
She's really dead,
Body with no head,
And I'm just sitting there,
Spectating,
It's horrible,
And magical,
I think I found the girl,
Worth hating.......
*Love/Hate. Where there is love there is hate, but neither exist when she's already dead. A strange adaptation to the tone and style of "Hate Her To Death" by ICP.
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