How sweetly you whisper into my ear,
Promising such things as eternal togetherness
In a voice reminiscent of sultry summer nights.
How insistent you are.
Never leaving me in peace
-must you always read me princess tales?
I grow weary of Cinderella and Donkey-Skin.
How tender your caress,
Smoothing over the wrinkles of my rage and my despair,
Why, it's as if you were making a bed!
How soft be those tender hands!
I want to hold them in my own
-and slowly break each velvet covered bone.
How I long to see that radiant marble skin of cherub's face
Light up bright scarlet,
Deepening to a dark, sinister violet,
Whilst I brand your dainty neck with hot, crimson finger marks.
Slayer of women's hearts,
Destroyer of man's reason,
Pursuer of those yet to feel your fluttering touch
-how does it feel?
How does it feel to be the one being pursued?
Hunted through the dense maze of your rose garden?
I am drawing ever closer.
Won't you bear yourself on my blade?
Won't you look into my empty eyes?
I want to see if your blood is red like your roses.
I want to see you wither like your roses.
How I've come to despise you.
How I long to see you disappear.