Killer

I’ve lost the keys to my skeleton locks.

There are wicked whims in a heart-shaped box.

Tap on my window with pebbles, then rocks.

I tear down my walls by its bricks and blocks.

Please, won’t you cut me from my throat to my waist.

I wish that you’d gut me, rub my blood on your face.

Leave me in pieces.. baby, be grim.

I want you to rip me from limb to limb.

I might be falling in love with him..

Syringe Pentobarbital in my veins, I feel my body get stiller.

It’s all a shock to the brain, that I’m obsessed with my killer.

Place me inside of a danger zone.

Play with my heart made of sticks and stones.

Sever the nerves in my broken bones.

Hope and insanity lead down the same roads.

Such love is violence, it’s the rush from a dark past.

Sometimes there’s kindness in the midst of a blood bath.

Tear open my chest, so its contents stay vulnerable.

Don’t mind my sadism, just make the pain horrible.

And as he’s killing me, he looks so adorable!

I love being skinned alive from my flesh to a sliver.

I’m hopelessly in love with a serial killer.

He’ll suffocate me at night, then drag my days with him

My sweet heart-shaped chocolates, and each has a blade in them.

I only taste blood inside of my mouth, therein.

The sound of sweet silence, so loudly, keeps blaring.

So darling, let me hang by my fingertips, until I spill some confessions.

Sweetheart, I’ll die from my bleeding wrists before asking my questions.

Baby, I’ll be your willing victim.

Kill me so slowly, I’m an equally sick one.

My arteries bleed, I can’t wait ‘til you slit one.

Beneath Earth is my venue, for my casket’s a pillar.

Keep my head on the menu because I’m the main filler.

I found my home in a killer’s heart.

Torture my soul, play my ribs like a harp.

I made love to my murderer, and that’s the worst part.

This isn’t the end, and it’s hardly the start.

There’s always a story behind the mask of a monster.

Nobody can breathe, when their lungs are but pin-cushions.

Pleasure dismounts from the pain, which I foster.

So, hold the pillow over my face, and do not cease pushing.

I’m not afraid of the psycho I choose.

I’m not scared that a killer’s on the loose.