I quickly tire of hearing you scream,

as I glare at you my eyes beem,

soon you will be dead,

you will surely regret every word you said

As I stab,

the knife i twist,

i will feel the death i have long missed,

deep down you know you deserved it,

and i am the one who has reserved it

This gift i give you,

i hand you with pleasure,

and the memory i will forever treasure