I see you looking
At the pictures on my wall.
I see that fear in your eyes
As you read over the quotes.
I notice the terror
As you see me watching you.
Are you scared
Of what the pictures imply?
Are you fearful
Of what the quotes say?
Are you paranoid
Of what I am capable of doing?
It's a simple concept -
I love blood and death.
It's a passion;
A pleasure;
An addiction;
An infatuation;
An obsession.
Does that idea
Make you tremble?
Does it make you
Want to run and hide?
Don't you like
That bright crimson red?
Do you not appreciate
The joy that a knife can bring?
Are you worried,
My darling,
Wishing you could die?
Well, Baby,
Your wish is my command.
I ask you one final time,
Are you afraid?
You should be...
