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I can’t kill you, for it would stiffen your hole

I can’t kill you, for it would stifle your screams

I can’t kill you, for it would deprive me of your struggle

I can’t kill you, for it would deprive me of your suffering

Your hole is infected, riddled with sores and pus

I did this to make you mine and mine alone

I did this to leave you branded like livestock

You could never let another see you this way

As life and vigor left your eyes, it left your dick as well

Each day, you became less human, as was intended

Each day, you became my object, as was intended

You need me, I’m the only thing that gives you purpose

My struggle lies in tempering my homicidal urges

My struggle lies in tempering my lust for you

My love lies in hearing you whimper day after day

My love lies in feeling you shudder in my hands

I wish to gut you like a fish, leaving you to leak and die

My lust for you feeds my hunger for your blood

I wish to play with your shriveled and fetid innards

My hunger for your blood feeds my lust for you

Your hole now bores me, so I must bore a new slit

Your stomach calls my blade, expelling gas and bile

Gore and innards protrude from the wound I’ve made

There are minutes before your life leaves my possession

I treat you as I always have, no deference or remorse

I’ll discard you in a vat of sludge, left to rot in a field

My love for you fades as fast as the blood from my penis

I’ve forgotten you, I’ll never recall the joy you've provided me