Poison, Knifes, and Victiums

My words are poison,
My tongue a knife.
Your heart heart my victium,
This sweet song will drain your life.

With ever move you make I stay two steps ahead,
Planning and Plotting to mess with your head.
Eight letters, three words, one phrase,
With a false love your eye's glaze

I speak of our love,
I dream of your body.
Our hands locked together holding you as my slave,
One day the taste of my lips you will crave.

You think love it true,
But one day my sight, you will rue.
As you become dull to me,
Many other broken girls I begin to see.

I will drop you like a burning letter.
Walking away, as red flames lick at your words.
Sreaching for a new heart to break,
Your sould will be mine to take.