Tammy's Little Poetic Corner of the Institution
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Thump
Thump
Thump
Can't you hear it?
Can't you hear the sound of his heart?
Listen to it as it palpitates
Faster
Faster
Faster!
Now listen to the sound as my laughter echoes off the walls
Maniacal in every aspect
And as I reach for the knife
I can see the horror on his face!
Oh what a sight it is!
My fixation with the macabre has brought me to this place
Addicted to the sight and the sound
Of death
Now, I will admit that I do fall short of that little thing called sanity
But who would have thought that it would be so fun
To hold the life of another person in my hands?
The rush that comes from seeing the blood flow
Is better than any drug I could buy!
Look at those eyes go wide with fright!
You know what's going to happen next
My knife is raised and I've got my target in sight
God! Your heart is so loud!
Stab once, stab twice, now for the last!
I'll take your heart and keep it in a jar, as a token of a job well done
So now you're dead and no longer fun
I guess it's time to find another
Back to the streets I go, to claim another for my collection
Thump
Thump
Can't you hear it?
Can't you hear the sound of his heart?
Listen to it as it palpitates
Faster
Faster
Faster!
Now listen to the sound as my laughter echoes off the walls
Maniacal in every aspect
And as I reach for the knife
I can see the horror on his face!
Oh what a sight it is!
My fixation with the macabre has brought me to this place
Addicted to the sight and the sound
Of death
Now, I will admit that I do fall short of that little thing called sanity
But who would have thought that it would be so fun
To hold the life of another person in my hands?
The rush that comes from seeing the blood flow
Is better than any drug I could buy!
Look at those eyes go wide with fright!
You know what's going to happen next
My knife is raised and I've got my target in sight
God! Your heart is so loud!
Stab once, stab twice, now for the last!
I'll take your heart and keep it in a jar, as a token of a job well done
So now you're dead and no longer fun
I guess it's time to find another
Back to the streets I go, to claim another for my collection
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