I'll write a poem on your skin
With my lips, our love tattooed on every inch
At the back of your ear, your delicate nape
Your perfect spine and cheeks like wine

I'll breathe the words in your mouth
Let your soul read and keep my oath
Trace it in your waist and engrave the lines
Down to the lovely hidden shrine

Your eyes on my eyes, my warm hands on your hips
I can hear our poem inside your chest
The rhythm of our hearts will turn it into a song
And with your gentle kiss

*I'll write again.

With a mouth full of bile,
I kiss your rotting lips.
I spew my rancid seed
on your blackened eyes
and know they will soon
be crusted shut, tainted
by my sickly venom.

I am poison.

I seep into
your wet parts and
consume all that is good and pure,
leaving nothing but **** in
your bloodstream, ***** in your lungs.

I am malignant by nature,
malevolent by choice.

And I have chosen you as next.

I asked for a bed
And you gave me a home.
I asked for a lift
And you gave me a tree.
I asked for a hand
And you gave me your love.
I asked for a smile
And you gave me a hug.
I asked for a Band-Aid
And you gave me a kiss.
I asked for protection
And you gave me a fortress.
I asked for rain
And you gave me the ocean.
I asked for forgiveness
And you gave me a second chance.
I asked for encouragement
And you gave me belief.
I asked for faith
And you gave me wisdom.
I asked for approval
And you gave me your pride.
I asked for help
And you gave me a rescue squad.
I asked for a life
And you gave me the world.
I asked for direction
And you gave me the moon.
I asked for a dream
And you gave me the stars.
I asked for a savior
*And you gave me you.