Saving a place for a lovely, dear friend.
Taming a world meant to end.
I danced with raindrops that fell on my head.
I sang with flowers meant for the dead.
How many times have I heard the same tune.
I’ve rehearsed for hours before a full moon.

Gently I shake all my troubles away.
I’ve got a crush on my favorite prey.
She’s got fair skin and silky fine hair.
I’ve watched her for hours though she won’t know I’m there.
I’m waiting for my time to meet my dear friend.
I love her, I need her so her life must end.
She’ll be a dreamer and I’ll be her dream.
Once I deceive her she’ll let out a scream.
I’ve got a plan of unmentionable cunning.
She’ll fall for my trap when it’s up and running.
I’ve got this plan and I’ve thought it through well.
I don’t care for angels so send me to hell.
I’ve got a taste for a sweet budding flower.
No one can stop me I’m brimming with power.

Finally the day came to pluck my sweet rose.
She was alone so I’ll end all her woes.
I walked right beside her and asked her to die.
I grabbed her and gagged her and let out a sigh.
Here was the answer to all my dark prayers.
I was the answer to all her nightmares.
She felt so light as I carried her home.
I felt so strong it’s a wicked syndrome.

Gently I placed her into my tub.
Tears on her cheeks so I gave them a rub.
Finally her time so I pulled out my blade.
Her eyes were the loveliest a god ever made.
Swiftly I dug my sweet blade in her breast.
I whimpered with pleasure, the first cut’s the best.
She tried to yell but the gag was too tight.
I smiled and asked her if she was alright.
Terror filled eyes seduced me to tears.
For such sights I’d wait thousands of years.
Again and again I dug in my dear knife.
Blissful enchantments slip from my blood-soaked wife.
A marriage of terror and unusual lust.
A sacred union of ashes and dust.

Here was the best thing that happened to me.
She was my apple and I was her tree.
She led the way to my wicked desires.
Stabbing and stabbing this arm never tires.
Finally I stopped to admire my work.
I could have sworn that her face had a smirk.
I think this lovely dear flower loves me.
I think in death our love will fly free.
I take the same blade and puncture my eye.
Leaving the other to watch while I die.

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