Die.
Why is that word
Only one little word
Such a beautiful song?
Why do I relish in its
Sound?
Taste?
Caress?
The shiver in the air
As it leaves your lips?
Why?
Why do you look at me
In that way?
I know glee as you stare
In disgust.
In hate.
In fear.
You fear me.
Fear, I smile.
Fear me.
But first, I beg you look at me
And whisper
Die.
