Searching through his bloodied clothes.

Searching for what is left.

Nothing.

With the rage, I cut into his chest.

I want his heart, for safety and comfort.

I rip it out and cradle it

I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.

I love very bit of this heart.

You say I am a beast?

Look at you, I know you have done sins.

I am a dark being.

I love the screams and moans of pain and death.

I just don't know what happened to that little girl you had once seen.

Laughing, playing...

Now crying and imbalanced.

I have made a doll.

It has the heart that I cradled

It looks just like him.

He talks to me.

Calls me "Little Dove"

At night 'he' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.

That wretched smile drives me insane.

His a demon, bursting out if my chest.

Putting his  ****** doll like hand on my pale white cheek.

Killing me with his poisoned kiss.

I am paralyzed in time.

I love him ever so.

He says to me that me can make me a world of blood.

He makes me dream of haunted things.

Wounds, stitches, knives and more lovely.

Blood...

I am happy that he can make my world come true.

I love that I am crazy, because he makes me feel better.

I love you, demon of my dreams.