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Hung by her wrists

Waiting for the blade

With no escape

Her skin turning white

To match her dress

She's beautiful

Long flowing hair

Clean white teeth

Ocean blue eyes

She's my canvas

and when I'm done

she'll be my masterpiece

I take her eyes

One by one

Crush them in my hand

Remove her teeth

Still with some gum

Force her to swallow them

Her hair is on the ground

Connected to her scalp

I take the bleach

And burn my hand

Massage her wounds

Her white dress now turned crimson

No tongue so she can't scream for help

I won't stop until I'm faced

With a bloodied skeleton