Beautiful, aren’t you my queen?
How lovely you look in the rain.
You make even the coldest of hearts
Brim with the warmth of your eyes.

Oh, what are you, my love?
Other than the complete and utter mystery of the world?
How could anyone possibly understand you, dear?
You are just too hard to concept.

As I kiss your everlastingly charming lips
I wonder if this moment is real
And as cunningly put the knife to your throat
I keep on wondering if you will stop me with a slap or hit.

But, no you don’t even move an inch
Sometimes I wonder about you.
In the eyes of calm water, you are always worried
To the point in which someone put you in a stretcher once
Yet, in the face of danger
You just look at it as if it were a simple glass of orange juice with a newspaper.
You don’t even fret a muscle.

I keep on going, just assuming that you will flinch later on
But, no, you just smile and continue showering me with the kisses,
Drawing even nearer to the knife
Ha, you sick and pathetic bitch
You never know when to stop and smell the roses, don’t you?
You still think I’m playing don’t you?

I ask you what the hell is wrong with you?
That you should be worried when someone puts a knife to your throat.
But, you calmly and assuredly say,
That it’s all in the game of love,
That the reason I am doing this is because I love you
I had to admit, that my love for you is eternal
That I love the fact that stupid little bitches like you roam the earth
To keep depraved and pathetic assholes like me some company
So I said, yes, the reason I am doing this is because I love you
You reply by saying,
That I should know if this is the case
That you make a terrific lover,
You then take the small knife I had to your throat
And use it to slowly and painfully tear me to shreds

Ironic isn’t it, my love?
How roses have such a sweet odor that can intoxicate you the moment you smell them
They have the color of blood, and when you sniff them, they give you the same shivery high
Roses and blood
Bringing hearts together only to tear one of them apart in a bloody gruesome murder
Love and domination, go hand in hand like peanut butter and jelly
Because love is really the contest
Of who dominates, and who plays the dog
So celebrate with warm red wine, my love
Or maybe cold beer in a tavern
Because, you, my love
Have won the battle of love
Drink to your heart’s content
You cold and wicked little snake
May the devil give you a toast
Because you found the love he wished for so long.