His heart beats in my hands.
He says I'm who he considers most beautiful in all the lands.
I feel much guilt
because one day he'll see the hilt
of my dagger in his chest...
I'm afraid I'm exactly like the rest.Sure, I'm kind and sweet,
much like sugar-coated wheat
as you can have me in small doses
before you start to die of thirst. All I know is
I think grasp his fragile heart
It's red blood splattering in a wonderful work of art
And I'm terrified I'll crush it.His eyes, they lit
up when he saw me.
He told his friends, "She-
is the one."
And he thinks he's won
but the scent of comfort now smothers,
and I'll hurt him like all the others.