Bloodwork.

SENSITIVE POEM.

Your in front of me,

gosh you look so pretty.

But sometimes I wonder,

how much prettier you'd be

If I were to slit your throat.

I love you,

I really do.

But sometimes I believe

that it may be better if you were dead.

I want to cut you into bitter pieces,

watching you suffer,

so sadistic of me.

Watching the blood run down your legs,

isn't it so nice?

You always told me

I was insane-

but are you sure

you meant this insane?

Haha, I love you.

This poem is not meant to harm, if you're sensitive then just block me.