At last…

Don’t be so gentle when you get to carving your name in my back. This is my last rendezvous as ok help me place you with so the others in my past. So sign you man’s frost than the rest. Do like you mean it as the blade carved its way through to my chest. I weans see your true intent come from within as it bleeds me dry. For the ounce of luv I have left to give to this world will end in a sigh. Have at me and make it worth every layer you penetrate beneath. Open me up and find eBay you’ve given me to be retrieved. Take it from me as I’ll willingly find you every single drop. But please, don’t stop. I weans feel you cut into me like no other had off yet. Make it a pretty calligraphy and rub in some ink. Leave me tainted and wounded and left for dead so even I would never miss me. Hurt me being reasonable comprehension so you can live happily ever after knowing you got the last laugh. To the point where I’m ruined, picking the scabs. Oh, the torture of pleasure in the way I’ll scream one last time. Prior to hanging no output emotionally due to the hope removed from my cries. Enjoy the thrill of my endless agony as you walk away. So the smile that emerges you can’t wipe from your face. I’m willing and able to victimize mussels for the sake of luv. At last, my autopsy will show I’m as hollow as a shadow no one can hug. End me. Fulfill your daydreams. When the hate fills your beating heart. I waves be your canvas, your work of art. Cut the scars I have to add to the effect. Give me you best. The display embedded into your mind will give much comfort to your well rested nights. Just remember to hide the knife…