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Kill you? Don't be so obvious, my dear.
You'll die someday, and maybe at my hand,
but it won't be today, next week, or year.
I'm having too much fun, just as I planned.
Torture? Yes, that guess is far more apt.
You see, my goal here is to hear you scream.
Don't try to be brave-- you're securely trapped.
Don't try to wake up, girl, this is no dream.
That pretty face and all your girlish wiles
are what have led you here to meet your fate.
The sight of you right now could evoke smiles;
hours with my knives your beauty will negate.
Feel free to cry. You'll hurt yourself with tears.
I'm not a witch, sweet thing. I am your fears.
You'll die someday, and maybe at my hand,
but it won't be today, next week, or year.
I'm having too much fun, just as I planned.
Torture? Yes, that guess is far more apt.
You see, my goal here is to hear you scream.
Don't try to be brave-- you're securely trapped.
Don't try to wake up, girl, this is no dream.
That pretty face and all your girlish wiles
are what have led you here to meet your fate.
The sight of you right now could evoke smiles;
hours with my knives your beauty will negate.
Feel free to cry. You'll hurt yourself with tears.
I'm not a witch, sweet thing. I am your fears.