Wish

Bloody lips are sweet                

No less scrumptious was your minced meat.                              

Oh, that night I remember,            

How delightful it was to lacerate your hips                              

And eating those pieces up piercing them with chopsticks.                    

The next morning after you woke up, you cried in pain, then possessed by an unearthly horror                 

Watching your mangled hips in the mirror Already writhing in pain, you saw your scathed face and screamed in macabre dolor;                            

Like the previous night I again adulterated your drink               

Then I started narrating my concocted episode of how your self-slaughtering attempt was about to bring your life to the brink                       

Hearing which in deeper and deeper anguish you started to sink.            

Thus, your trauma inchoated...          

Can you remember how excruciatingly I bleed and bleed?                      

Playing the entire episode in your head, when drops of my innocent blood was by your sick,

gruesome conspiracy was getting shed.                           

But tonight, I have returned and using my spectral powers made your trumped-up story real in your head                 

Only I wish I was human again to pander watching you experience Hell in your own bed!