sick sick sick

I know im sick

havent you heard?

Oh, you havent?

I guess its hard when people only speak in whispers

but i guess that's the point isnt it?

They say that im a cruel human.

They arent wrong.

I wanna see you hurt

I wanna see you scream

I wish that i could collect your tears.

Every time i thought about the blade i would take a drink of your salty sadness

That would cheer me up

I would delight in your sadness, your defeat, and your sorrow.

They dont hear the whispers,

but when im done with you...

they will hear the screams.