Oh, my love, how I wish to see you from the inside.
To excitedly make a slow, deep cut from your chest all the way down to your abdomen.
To slowly slide my fingers into the wound and pry apart the warm and bloody flesh,
and to bury my face in your lungs.
The thought of that arouses me,
perverted, grotesque fantasies racing through my mind.
And I'd gently touch your liver,
and gently lick your intestines,
count every single vein
and softly kiss your stomach.
With all this excitement
I'm sure to be overwhelmed.
And that's what'll happen, you see,
Everything must come to an end.
I'll swiftly slit my throat, and my face will sharply thraw,
I will leave you helpless, yet you'll still be in awe.
You'll love me more than ever,
you'll be grateful that I did this.
And right before your demise
I'll fill your mind with bliss.