Torture

Why can't you love me like I love you?

Why do you make me feel blue?

It's so unfair. It's excruciating.

When all I really want is your love that's spell binding.

How can I hold you now when I can kill you now?

I'll slaughter you like a bloody cow.

Scream all you want, My beautiful, precious boy.

When you're already dead, I'll feel joy.

I'll hide your body in a dark chamber

Look at me, look me in the eye. Do I look somber?

The smell of the rotten dead will rise in the air,

I have to do this, to stop the pain and madness I can no longer bear

Don't tell me I'm selfish

Don't say that I'm freakish

Don't label me a murderer

I'm just a torn lover

But then, you're just a ghost now,

I've managed to kill you somehow.

The smell of your blood on my hands won't go away

But would I wouldn't regret it. You're already dead anyway.

A poem by Astro Zombie