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.