Dear Victim

Dear victim Dear prey The harmless gazelle to my lion The soul my monster devours Oh... I dream of you every night Of your facial features, twisted and deformed in pain and fear Of the helpless cries when I said, "I do not care, my dear." And of your sweet drops of crimson on my blade The sobs became pleas which became screams The blade became scarlet which became crimson Oh, how my blade gleams, yes it gleams! Like my eyes! Oh, they gleam! You thought I was doing you bad, my dear, precious victim But I am sure you live with... "Him"... You are getting what you deserve... where you belong You have been done a favour And your absence... I savour