MUTE VALENTINE

If yhu are listening then what yhu hear is my inner voice.                              

Cursed to never express my feelings to her

to never be able to tell her how much she meant to me

how i would have loved to kiss her lips while i shove a machette through her

how i would have love to listen to her moan as i gag her up with spiked chains

never to tell her she looked beautiful when coiled up in ma pet boa 

never to tell her how her skinned merried as she bathed in acid

never to wish her a joyous

VALENTINE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 O well. . . action speaks louder than voice. . .(grins)