Feelings through poetry

Poem 25 - Abuse

WARNING: (Mature content) - This poem contains abuse and violence.

Die, die, die,
All you do is lie, lie, lie
I'll grab my knife,
I'll kill your wife
And end your life.

Your blood colors the walls in red,
Enough words to be said,
I'm in the right mood,
to taste your blood,
And it tastes good.

Die, die, die, die
I rolled your dice,
Stabbed thrice in your lap,
While I'm in excitedly holding a map,
To fill my emptiness gap.

I like hearing bones crack,
And my empathy lack,
You won't last long,
I'll sing you a song.

I open your cell,
Does that ring a bell?
So I can abuse you again.

I like it when you cry,
To the point, I could die
You're the one I adore,
And I'm begging you to give me more,
It makes my throat sore,
The way you cry makes me high,
Show me more of your pain,
The more pleasure I gain,
When I cut through your vein,

This abuse makes me amused, 
This is what you get,
The expectation is not met,
The car took you high,
it made me sigh,
I wished for this to last,
Even if it's in the past.

If you didn't get in the car,
You wouldn't be this far.
Let's call this a war.
And they'll never find you,
I don't mind,
Besides, I'm very kind.
Don't other people agree,
To the highest degree?

Only you tasted what I'm capable of,
Help isn't callable,
You'll die in your cell,
In my basement,
For my own amusement.

Give me more, give me more,
Oh no, you don't move,
Was I in my rage mode?
Please move,
Give me more pleasure,
The more pain,
The more pleasure I gain,

You were mine,
Told me you're fine,
It filled me with desire to see more of your pain,
The person I admired,
Now I watch what's left from you in the fire.

Moral of the story/about:

This story is about an awful psychopath and kidnapper, who takes pleasure in his victim's pain. His first victim is a man, and he kills his wife. It's because the man lied to the kidnapper, which resulted in his death. And the second is, well a girl he kidnapped. She's in his basement in a cell, which he always opens and abuses her (both beating up and rape). The kidnapper got the girl to meet him and forced her in his car, before the kidnapping. He abuses her to the point of death, and burns what's left from her in the flames. Nobody can tell it was him, as he appears as a very kind person on the outside.

Moral of the story is, don't get in white cars/vans, and be careful when meeting someone, as he can become your kidnapper.

I got inspired by the story of Junko Furuta, a sixteen year old girl kidnapped by boys, kept locked in their room. She has been tortured and raped for 44 days, also called "44 days of hell/terror." In total, has been raped every day, in total 500 rapes by about 12 men. The story of her makes me extremely sick, thus I won't go further explaining in it.

I wanted to do something edgy, so I decided to write this. I'm no psychopath... Maybe. Perhaps.... One thing I can tell you for sure is,
If you forget to vote and comment, then you're the imaginary kidnapper's next victim.