I see the stains I made
The twisted pain that's on your face
The way you look when you try to beg
Why does this make me feel this way

The words you say
The way you pray
Call me demon to my face
I don't know why
But I won't lie
I love the way you slowly die

You see your spilling blood
The look on my face of dark lust
The scent, the taste, I shouldn't love
But I still do it ,just because

Again, I'm not crazy, I swear!
I'm just... quirky...