The sweetness of your taste,
All that time gone to waste.
The essence of your taste,
Makes a bitch like me go insane.
But now the taste of your essence,
Leaves me no other option.
I'm sorry my love,
But you knew this would happen.
I never thought that you,
Would be at the edge of my blade.
But I've got to do what must be done,
I guess I have this battle won.
Now with your body, still and dead,
I can finally get this fantasy out of my head.
I now finally have your crimson red taste upon my hands.
I'm sorry it turned out like this,
But having your blood all over me makes
So damn happy.
I can't stop laughing, am I going insane?
Am I broken?
Did I really just kill my only reason to live?
Oh well, I'll meet you up there eventually...
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