Desires in conquest to
Murder her maim her
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to
Pursuit your end for
Regret with shame no end to shade
Bait her in comfort complete
Then move to kill
Red ink spills from her veins
Your quill still draws her in red ink
Spills from her veins
In curses, in cursive
This is regret in it's purest
A simple plan here
Your on the trail of the
Hunted, haunted now
Smiling and nodding
She'll go without a fight (without a fight)
To your delight
She's unaware
Unaware
She's helpless in your sights
Encounters
Though brief
Murdering heaping
The coals, the heat
Surgery pending
You're The king
Of cavity quenching by
Inching
The tips of fingers across the
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
I know You ache
But she is alive
I know You ache
But she's more than a story
Your entries made public
Your journals in crimson
Her veins filled with red ink
Your quill spills in crimson
