Author beginning note: This story breaks the rules
cause it doesn't really have a show or game or
anything it goes to, but i got inspired to do this
after reading a JTHM fanfic and as we know JTHM
belongs to Jhonen Vazquez, anyway Its not like my
other work so be warned now. Keep in mind I wrote
this at 2 in the morning so ya know, forgive it, okay?

I won't stop until I'm inside you,
I won't cease until this silver blade tastes your
scarlet essence of which it hungers
Until its beauty is shed from the gaping wound of
which my finger traces down your chest and along your
thigh..
Perhaps now you'll see who i am,
Now you'll hear the lust dripping from my voice,
Your screams fill the room but I hear nothing but the
sounds of this pleasureful night,
You look so scared, but soon you'll see its not that
bad.
When you drink your own life, you'll start to feel
better
When I peel that face like an apple an make you unfit
to be looked upon,
you'll harmonize with death
Isn't it lovely?
Silver crystalline beads stain your crimson blood as
it pours down your neck
Only to be swallowed and flowing a new path down my
throat.
Your hands look so lovely, especially when nailed to
the floor by a giant spike driven into the carpet
beneath, dyed in our blood.
I move down your body, down to your so neglected feet,
so gorgeous..
It's a shame for you not to share them,
This beautiful knife will sever them off quite nicely
so part of you will be with me always.
You jerk violently in your conscious protest,
but perhaps you are just anxious for what awaits you?
But what is this?
I Hear sirens in the distance as they grow louder...
They are after me, here to spoil our night together,
love
Perhaps we should finish before they arrive
Death is so wonderous, full of miracles awaiting you.
Listen closely, love, I hear the reaper near,
they're coming.
They are at my door to crash our fun,
I hear their foot steps, love
they approach..
Your eyes need not see this, love so I'll take them
now,
But soon my hands feel the cold steel as I'm dragged
from you,
Don't look so glum, dear, I'll be back, I tell you
You scream again...
and now I'm taken,
Mere minutes later,
I'm sat in a chair
and strapped down tightly,
my blood exploding in my veins as circulation ends.
A bag over my face I only feel what is happening,
a heavy burden on my head,
I soon hear a switch and I feel the heat within my
body as I see great light, I near that eternal rest.
I smile.
Then all is dark...

~5 days later~

The detective turned to the officer, "So how did all
this happen again?"
"Attempted suicide we think. The guy was obviously a
madman."
"So what happened?"
"Well we are unsure of the order exactly but," the
officer pointing to various slits in the body in front
of them, "we believe he stabbed himself repeatedly
first then he cut the various slits in his body
judging by the fact these wounds look older then the
others. There is also a long cut along the leg and
then the foot is partly amputated off by hand using
this knife," the officer held a plastic zip lock bag
containing a blood stained knife within it.
"How did he die in the end? Are the medics even
sure?"
"Yea, they saw him strangled in tv cords over there,"
the officer pointed. "Apparently he was
electrocuted."
"Shame..."
"Yes, sir."
"Want to go get some doughnuts?"
"Sure."