• If I love the way the red liquid's scented
    Am I really that demented
    If I love the way it drips so slow
    Should I really let this go
    As he bleeds I lick my lips
    Press the stab with my finger tips
    His life is slowly seeping away
    I can't let this all go to waste
    He asks me what I'm doing
    His voice hoarse and weak
    I say nothing as I lick the bloody leak
    I feel him twitch Ias I laugh
    "Your blood's sweet like you used to be to me"
    I brush his hair out of his face
    "Rae always told me you werw a fake"
    I kissed him lightly on the forehead
    Can I really leave him dead?
    As he wakes in the hospital bed
    I smile sweetly through my tears
    His face full of shock and fear
    "I could've let you die" I say
    He quickly looks away
    As I say
    "It took everything I had
    Not to leave you dead."
    I watch him twitch
    And it hurts to know
    I once wanted him dead