

Ripper LullabyMy dear, I do not mean you well-- I mean to open up your chest and see what mangled mess did dwell behind your loose, much-handled breast. I mean to, on the acrid air, taste that which once your veins carressed.Ripper Lullaby
I mean to finger your insides and know each soft and cooling part-- your calloused knees and glassy eyes, your blackened lungs and ruined heart. Some place where no one will pass by I mean to take you all apart.
I'll slit your throat just so, dear miss-- you will not have a chance to scream-- razors
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