Poetic Killer

I'll give you my heart and promise them to die.
This afto my love,
Our love will paint things crimson.
I stare into your dark, lonely eyes.
Chouette, you're a sweet looking thing.
And I can still see the claret stained on my hands.
... My love for you see's through your darkness.
For this night, let me take away your philophobia.
Then show you what you've been afraid of.
And why I might kill you.