| Romance |
| Forgive me for making you weep, I should have murdered you, I should have dragged out your soul and battered you with it. I should have watched your blood flow, surge after surge, and left your puny, pock-marked self alone, not caressed your eyes, nostrils and mouth. Forgive me for making you suffer, I should have terrified you, But i'm not God - the avenger - only his creation of dust. |