Switch Blade Fights

Let him desire
Get lost in thoughts of you,
But you'll forget too what's wrong.
You look so tired.

He'll dangle a switchblade in front of your face,
And no matter how much you want to be afraid,
You just let him.
It's your worst decision you can make,
But you only know after he's done.

"The blood running through you,
That blood is stained on my hands.
You look beautiful bleeding to death,
And I couldn't be more tempted
To see your insides."

The blade lacerates your skin,
Showing what lies inside you.
Blood runs,
And only now you're afraid.

He lets you bleed to death,
And if you had any hopes of your body being found,
Buried,
Bandaged up,
You're pleading for too much.

This abandoned house in the dark narrow alley.
It's your grave.
The blood on your floor isn't all yours.
Others have died on this same floor.
No coffin.
You'll die on the cold stained cement,
Drowning in the red water.

Before you die,
He kisses you softly on the lips,
And leaves.