I dedicate this poem to "The Cask Of Amontillado."
I will soon draw you
So close to my home,
And the skin will be ripped
As soon as you know.
That you have been found
And you're not alone,
I'll chain you up
And I'll cut to the bone.
These black and dirty fingernails
Dig deep under your skin,
Like the chalk board screeches
I make a filthy grin.
I make your blood come out
As I pleasure the knives,
With all your thoughts flowing
Only one comes to mind.
Suicide, suicide,
You'll never escape,
Suicide, suicide,
Oh you'll never wake.
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