He shall see no enemy
with me.
But soft- what light-
I lie.
For his only enemy
is me
the one that makes him die.
From Rome and Jules
to Kurt and Love,
there is no torture tool
like love.
Nothing creates pain
quite like pleasure:
excruciating ecstasy
beyond human measure.
There are no words or devices
to describe the piqued senses.
Knives, love, hate entices-
I'll kill your defenses.
