Desires in conquest to
Murder her maim her
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to

Pursuit your end for
Regret with shame no end to shade
Bait her in comfort complete

Then move to kill
Red ink
Spills from her veins

Your quill still draws her in
Red ink
Spills from her veins

In curses, in cursive

This is regret in it's purest

A simple plan here
Your on the trail of the
Hunted, haunted now

Smiling and nodding
She'll go without a fight (without a fight)
To your delight

She's unaware
Unaware
She's helpless in your sights


Encounters
Though brief

Murdering heaping
The coals, the heat
Surgery pending

You're
The king
Of cavity quenching by

Inching
The tips
Of fingers across the

Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden


I know
You ache

But she is alive
I know
You ache

But she's more than a story

Your entries made public

Your journals in crimson
Her veins filled with red ink
Your quill spills in crimson