Control

The blood,

Oh, the blood!

It smells of rust and salt,

And power, so much power!

Oh, it's wonderous smell

intoxicates me,

As I slash and slash,

making the lovely wine run in rivers,

Down your slinder neck.

The silver death blade,

I use it to slash you stomach,

To carve my name over your heart.

I listen to your scream,

Enchanted as they slowly soften to mear

whimpered sobbing.

I own you now.

I control your life.

You no longer control my heart!

And now, I will kill you.

For thats what you get,

for breaking my heart.

I will watch my blade slash you

to pieces.

I will burn your body.

You will beg for forgiveness with your

last breath.

So swim in your own filthy blood.

Goodbye, my only love.