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.