Eye yourself in the mirror, darling:
Shall I drench you in blood for further accuracy?
Slice yourself a few inches deeper, sweetheart,
(How dare you scream with such vulgarity?)
Amid your life half-full (of poison), you weep,
Mourning the wisdom in which you lack.
Really, dear, how shall we do this?
Am I to be guilty of murder?
—or shall I rape your pride tonight?
