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