A Letter To My Scilenced Angel

My dear porcelain heart,
      I find my self fixated upon your rich world of flesh. I await the day that you finally fall prey to my blade, it thirsts for you so. my darling lamb i can no longer stand to simply hold you within my eyes. i long to feel my knife within your deep flesh as it gently wraps and pulls upon my hands and tugs at my heart strings as i can only imagine that your hands may. My heart quivers at the thought of your blood and life flow across my mind seemingly filling the dark cracks with your richness. I see a tragady in your eyes my dearest, a tragedy of life, I know it for it is also within my own. i hear your cries as you beg for your life in your weakest hour my sweet, but i know, though you are afraid, that your deepest of hearts are thanking me for ending your torment. my heavenly muse, my lamb wrapped in a coat of blood, always know i loved you and cherished your every cry and plea. please, scorn me not for your death but cherish me for your peace. As i bid you the sweetest of farewells my hushed angel.
       Filled with love,  your savior.