I was born to die(The melancholy ballad of Model 2.0)

I was born to die, to fulfill my mission by killing a path to the target heart.
To kiss so many lips over and over to find them, to let "The One and Only's" affection and emotion jumpstart the spark that will ignite the detonation waiting to burst within me.

Is that love? I thought i had loved so many, but was dead wrong by my ongoing existance in this world. I must keep doing this until i come across "The One" i'm destined to kill with my kiss.
I am so tired, so ready to die for this, to shed my final tear for knowing that I have finally obtained my objective, my only purpose in life. What is the point of living if you don't feel alive?

They will die quickly, unlike the others who realized too late that venom reaps the insincere.
Target after target, over and over, i just want to die.

When i find them, I'll look deeply into their eyes, and i'll say softly through gently pressed cyanide lips, "I love you, would you help me if i wanted to die?"

Authors Note:
There is a back story to this, it would be to complex too write on here along with my entry, so if anyone has any questions about the story behind it, i'll be more than happy to explain.
Thanks! hope yuns like it.

Sam