[b]This one is a little bit creepy and really cringe-ee and I feel context is important for this one. The follow is a poem I had written to my partner, at the time we were both fourteen and shared this type of poetry with one another. Despite the content it was never designed with the intention of inflicting harm or threatening another person, we found these types of poems to be 'sweet' in the right context.[/b]


[i][h3]The Tortured and Me[/h3]
A flick of the wrist, and some moderate force,
You'd fade away, In to my dreams,
We're I'd do it again, so it seems.
 
Your life is worth none, But killing you would be fun,
A stab and a gash, a rip and a tare,
And soon your flesh, I'd be able to wear!
 
And among this scene,
I'd hear your screams, ecstasy to my ears,
As I full fill your fears.
 
Some rope and a gun, and we can start the fun.
So get in the car, I wont take you far...
For ever we'll be, just the tortured and me.[/i]