She lies sleeping so still
I look at her so sublime
I think she loves me
but I still have to kill.
Her neck so soft and warm
I am so torn
Between love and something other
I know I love her
but I cannot let others
have her love as well.
My razor draws a lovely line
I find it so sublime
To see the blood ooze from her throat
I stand and gloat
as the blood flows in the moonlight
She does not put up a fight
as se drifts off into sweet death.
tiyler durden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-stained-sheets/