Your breathing is slowing down.
I'll take what you love and burn it down.
I drag you through the woods,
through dirty leaves and soil.
It's getting harder to see as dusk is deepening.
All the better for me.
I grab my rope and my stone,
tie a noose around your legs.
Here we are. No turning back.
You've seen too much.
Now, collapse and sink
so I can watch you die.

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