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What kind of fish can you sink into the bottom of the ocean with shoes made of cement or lead? What kind of fish is it illegal to tie up, gag and bash in the head?

A thousand ways to die my love, but for you I can dream of a million more. Entrail ribbons laced around a pole, a whimper underneath your pillow as you lay on your back. That knot in your neck I could permanently crack. 

You seem nervous my love, shall I push you to the cold floor or shall I squeeze and squeeze until to the touch you become colder than snow?

Blue fingertips and blue toes
A deep freezer is a good place to store my woes

Brandish your face with the detailed outline of a butt of a gun, laughter escapes my chest as you struggle to run. Why are you not turning around?
One pop
Two pops
Red roses on the ground
Last pop
Just so the incessant whimpering will stop

You must like make-believe stories my love, because just the other night I tapped your forehead with a hammer. My beautiful unicorn. Singing your last Swan Song with a stammer. Graceful creature, look how deliberately you stagger.

Towards the phone, towards the door clawing for help
I trip you so you miss a step
On your knees you scurry like a rat hiding under tables
Careful there, you seem a little unstable
A hot rod through your achilles heel and maybe a bear trap on your ankles
 
Hot coals burn a hole in both your eye sockets
A little unsteady
I hear looking directly at the sun can be quite heady

Lallabye
Your body lays back down
Plastic or water?
That will be your eternal crown
Although the music of your dying gurgles makes for a far better sound
The rhythm would be less easier to catch if you were to drown

Some cyanide in your tea my love
One lump or two?
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Now all the lumps are on you

Shall I hold your hair when you throw up?
Or shall I pull at it until it abandons your sculp?

Shall I make sculptures from your skin?
Or shall I set fire to that gorgeous melanin?

Shall I surprise you in dark alley ways?
Where can she be today- ahh the thrill of the chase

Shall I tie you to a chair?
Or shall I keep you close to my heart everlasting under my stairs?

Borderline they said
That should have been your first sign
With a swift tongue you play mind games my love
But look now, you're leaking
Drip
Drip
One
Two

You don't fuck with crazy
Crazy fucks with you



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