I wanna draw you in,
embrace you,
whisper sweetnothings,
drive a knife through your heart,
see you wither away.

You'll be my rag-doll,
and I'll take good care of you,
this I promise you.
Running my fingers through your locks,
I drew a clean line across my wrist.

And as we wait for all this sadness to fade,
I speak of a wondrous land far away,
where we'll be happy,
always and forever.

Please,
don't leave me;
I love you so.