Oh what a pleasure it would be, If I could rip out your tounge, So you may not speak. What a joy it should be, If I could pluck out your eyes, so you may not look at me. For I am a hideous creature. I deserve not your gaze, nor your words. I deserve nothing. I need nothing. But there's so much in this desgusting little planet that I want. I want to hear your bones snap, and crack. I want to feel your veins squish in my fingertips as I pluck and rip them from your slashed wrists. I want to taste your bitter blood. And Finally, I want give you one last kiss. Just as you're fading away. I do this out of love, don't you see? So nothing else, could ever take you away from me. I know you don't love me. And I know you think I'm a bit obsessive. But trust me, my king. I do this out of love.
This really isn't much of a poem, rather, just something running through my mind for a couple of days.