Love You to Death

Hush, pretty princess, don’t say a word

Your last screams shall not be heard.

When your bloodstained chest grows still,

I’ll sit with you on the windowsill.

As I watch your trembling gasp

Your cold hands I’ll gently clasp.

The finest clothes I’ve made for you

Crimson dress and lips so blue.

We will sway in our last dance

Sturdy branches and ceiling fans

And when I’ve painted you bright red

I’ll paint me and we’ll be dead.