this is a little... hmm... violent i guess
so here i am,
my head in a vice,
i cannot breathe
i'm strangling with myself
strangling with myself.
You dog, your bastard,
you... that put me in this vice.
How do you live with yourself?
i can't lie with you,
not a minute,
not a second,
i cannot stand your face,
your voice, your mockingful laugh...
yes your stupid immature laugh.
but i must tell you,
tell you now before i kill you,
tell you before
i take the pleasure of splattering your blood,
and breaking your bones.
i must say,
i am happy,
happy because at least i'm honest to you,
at least i can smile at you,
at least i can laugh at your betrayal.
Don't worry
for my anger will turn to happiness...
soon
and your blood shall drench my hands
and i shall be the keeper of your heart.
yes... then i can smile.