I don't want that-
Your love, it's unneeded,
Uncalled for.

All I want is for you to admit-
To cower before me,
Trembling,
Having given up,
And I will watch you fall apart.

For your devotion-
Your undying need,
It's nothing compared to your agony;
As pretty a thing as butterflies are,
The spider is much more interesting.

Bring me your heart,
Wrapped in tissue paper,
And let me rip,
Rip,
Rip,
Away the coverings-
Slowly, one by one,
And when it's finally exposed,
Let me cut,
Cut,
Cut,
At it,
Until there's nothing,
Not even a fragment,
Left.

Because I don't want your love,
I want your dreams,
Your pain,
Your screams.
I want to love you back, but I can't.

A/N: My psychopathic side says "Hi."