• My sweetie loves me so much.
    I slowly suffer with his touch.
    His kisses are razor sharp cuts.
    Sending my body cold as my soul shuts.
    He loves me like no other.
    Better than my friends and mother.
    He hates me when I'm breathing.
    He loves me buried where the maggots are teething.
    He hates the living that keeps on going.
    He loves the death rates that keep on showing.
    My virgin blood is his greatest treasure.
    Watching it spill is his greatest pleasure.
    My heart is his reminder on when to see me.
    The beats are ticks-tocks of a clock you see.
    He can no longer wait anymore.
    Loving me is his favorite chore.
    We go out to dark and secluded areas at night.
    The silent sounds of the nothingness blocks the light.
    He eliminates my fears.
    He embraces my tears.
    He tells me to relax.
    It's quiet to the max.
    He tells me to close my eyes.
    He tells me to say my final goodbye.