Demise = Slow and painful death of someone.
This explain what I will do to you. I don’t get it you know, i’m sick of you all. Just leave me alone or i’ll hurt you, you know.
Just hurt you till you die, your slow and painful death. Maybe i’ll shoot your knees, so as you can’t walk, then slice at your face, your neck, your wrists but not hit a vain. Then i’ll cut somwhere else. Because i’m comtemplating your demise you see it in my eyes all the hate you gave to me, all the hate you tought me to be. You’ll see the things you did along with what i’ll do, and the last thing you’ll see is me taking your heart from you.
~*Morbid Endings*~