My love is my attack

Your blood makes a pretty pattern
swirled and splattered on the wall
a patern like a kaleidascope
but only one colour was ever saw
your eyes are such a pretty blue
like a never ending river
they are locked in sight with mine,
and every blink makes me shiver,
the sweat droplets in your silky hair,
oh such a pretty sight,
like drops of dew in the morning,
after a freezing night,
your screams are such a wonderous sounds,
like echos in the wind,
they stir the awful deadly silence
but they wake my concious within,
the knife that i hold in my hand
is such a pretty silvery lead
like a small serraded mirror
in a messy frame of deep red,
now everything has fallen silent,
everything is black,
no colour fills this empty room,
my love is my attack..