Some people are very dominate in their relationships, and there is nothing wrong with that, but there are a few that take it a bit too far. I have met a couple of people who go through relationships like they go through shirts. They take what they want from one person and then move right on to the next one that they can find. Being the aggressive one in a relationship could be viewed as a bad quality, but there is some good that can come out of it as well. Instead of letting someone treat you horribly, you are able to take control of how situations will play out, I think everyone would like to have the upper hand. This poem was inspired by the maneaters out there, but showing them in a positive light by getting rid of the one that has done them wrong. I am a strong person and don't take any crap in my relationships, I will fight back, but I don't think I would ever kill anyone, it is just an analogy. The bottom line is the fact that everyone needs to be strong when they enter a relationship. If you feel that you are in a troubled relationship then you must always stand on your own two feet, never let anyone put you down. This piece has a dark and sadistic tone to it, but I think that it carries a powerful meaning. It is just for fun, don't take it too seriously!
I will drink your blood
Let some pour out
I'll give you something
To be scared about
Fear as you watch
My fangs grow longer
Think you can escape me
I'll show you who's stronger
Rip your heart out
And take one big bite
The organs taste better
Once they're filled with fright
The dishonest liars
Always make a good lunch
I liked the taste of your meat
There just wasn't much
I will snap your neck
Hear every bone crack
Lie to me once I promise
You will never come back
Eat as much as I can
Till I get tired of you
Gotta start digging in
It's gross when you turn blue
I could cook your insides
But I prefer them raw
I don't think killing assholes
Is really against the law
After I get bored and full
I've dug your own grave
Slitting your throat was
The only way you'd behave
Slice you into pieces
They all turn to dust
Your fake mechanical smile
Will slowly turn to rust
If they try me for murder
I swear I won't confess
I won't point them to the body
I got rid of the mess
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