Another little poem having to do with love/hate

“So Sweet”

But am I so sweet?

So sweet when I tell you of the night when I will cut your throat?

So sweet when I slash at you with my little fingers?

So sweet when I tell you I hate you?

Ah, so wonderful am I.

For no one could love you as I.

No one filled with such loathe as I.

None so ill in the mind as I.

I will be your demise

I will be your bane

I will be your curse

And I will always be your love.

Your love while you are tied to the wall and I am torturing you.

My laughter bleeding your ears

My smiles burning your teary eyes