My love, Murder

Murder is not an act of aggression or hate

but one of love

my passion, my lust

my desires it abates

their insides open to air and dust

ooh, it gives me a rush

the gleam of blood not roses or cheeks

that color gives me the thrill I seek.

My fervored acts of killing and torture

take away someone elseʼs future

I donʼt see the beauty in tennis or knitting

But rather in cleaving heads and throat slitting

Many lives have I taken

never to be again

Killing is my nature, it canʼt be forsaken

Murder is my lover

Mon amour forever