She keeps singing in my head.
Enchanting me with her voice to go ahead.
Her lyrics so powerful; thought provoking
I lay always listening to her invoking.

Melody so sweet but poking as a knife.
Softly she shows my vein and counted five.
“Just a simple cut would do my love”
With a moan like a dove.

“My Love be quick sincere life is bitter.
Cutting thy veins slowly would be better.
Deeper until all fluids runs out.
Sleep sound until death calls out.”

My soul is enchanted but I speaks thus;
“Why is thy love demanding this?
Why not heal my brokenness?
Thou could cure my bitterness.”

She kisses me, saying with affection:
“I want to bring an end to your affliction.
Your...