La Belle Mort

I laugh at you
While you cry to me
What did you expect me to do?
Hold you while you bleed?

I'm sorry, but I just got this shirt,
And i won't be getting it dirty for that.
I can't believe you! What are you worth?
Not as much as me,
There are qualities of mine that you severely lack.

Now, my darling.
Clean up that mess,
I'm starving.
And you know how I like it better than the rest.

So cut out your pretty little heart,
And put it in a bowl.
I'll let you watch,
With tears in those pretty little eyes,
As I devour your soul.

My sugarpie,
My sweetheart,
Your sweet, sweet heart.
Is much too sweet for me.
I'm much too proud to lie.

So go and find someone else,
And you both can watch!
As I cut out her heart,
Nevermind, I'll just do it myself.

Oh, My loving lovely chef.
I've been through all of your love before.
So, now I must have more,
I'll consume all hearts
In a dinner of Beautiful Death.