My dear love, I won't shed a tear
I promise I will stay right here...
I'll stay outside this room
waiting for you to seal your doom...
and once I finally have you in my arms
I'll be the only one to cause you harm.
Well you are interesting, yes indeed...
Did you think you were the same as me?
I'll delight to murder you with my own hands,
they won't pray for such a man.
A greater pleasure knows no bounds...
I'll dance to your screams, I love the sounds.
So please, my dear, scream a little more,
no one will hear you underneath my floor...
I know that you don't understand
Why I cut off your wedding hand
But my love, you can't belong to anyone else
I love the way you have always knelt
so submissive to this oppressive hell
My love for you is wrong in all the right ways
so just lay still while I appraise
The beautiful rubies pouring from your skin
As I lick your wound and lift up your chin...
The gore that is painted on your face
seems as fragile as antique lace.
I will keep returning to taste your porcelain flesh
for you, my dear, are sweeter than death.
Roses, cracked and dead...
they hold no candle to the beauty
of how much you've bled...
I am the proprietor of your demise,
so much sadness lies in your cold dead eyes.
While you do entice me so,
the knife through your heart will I never let go...
I think of you at night, like needles in my heart.
Your blood still stains my hands,
you've always been a tart.
I hope you know that I'm not done,
I hope you are excited.
You will let me cut your skin,
oh yes, I was invited...
And though I may not leave you alive,
I'll definitely leave my mark-
For you are the most lovely victim I've ever seen-
dying in the dark...