By Seven
Date: 5 July 1999

Love Blood

Love Blood



On this bleak night, I stand in the corner of the bedroom,
my devicces of attack are filled with sweat.
These hands, hands of mine, will wrap and sqeeze
each crevice that lies on her neck.
Her heavenly gentle goddess like skinn, face plagued with beauty,
will soon be wrapped in those white sheets.
Eagerness battles my patience to strike
but she lays there so serene, so discreet.

This heart of mine will soon be deceased and
gone from my life forever.
From pink, to red, to white roses,
to my love expressed in letters.
To tke her life will be such a wonderful experience
that I'm almost as giddy as a kid about to get some ice cream.
When this is all over I'll be free of her chains
and she will see me in her deathly dreams.

If only I could explain why I am about 
to commit this, this grim, pleasurable crime.
If only I could explain why,
why she can longer be mine.
And so I approach not sure of myself,
more scared now than ever before.
"I love you." "Sweet dreams," I whisper into her ear.
I can't do it, even though my heart is sore.



Seven