And with sadistic pleasure,
I whisper to you what you want to hear.
I tell you lies of love and joy,
and teach your body of sorrow and pain.
It makes me smile to see you cry.
I crave your tears like absinthe for my soul.
And when you whimper with wretched despair,
I hold you close and tell you lies about how I care.
I carve your flesh into a thing of beauty,
as I teach you to love the ugly side of me.
I taste your tears, as I taste your flesh.
I can't decide which I like best.
And when you whisper in the dark,
with feeble mind and a heavy heart,
those words that I long to hear.
I steal your breath and hold you near.
For I love you too, my precious dear.