Yandere
The love I feel is an impure one,
but that is quite alright.
The love is an irrational one,
but I do not care tonight.
The yearning is unbearable,
and it corrupts my mind.
The yearning is intolerable,
but soon they will be mine.
I will be with the one I love,
and the night will be filled with ecstasy.
I will keep the one I love,
and kill anyone who opposes me.
I have have been corrupted;
by this continual need.
I have been disrupted,
but this is fine with me.
I am not concerned with my well being;
love always come first.
I am always thinking of it;
as my heart begins to burst
Nobody is allowed to touch it,
or they shall face my wrath.
Pain,pain and suffering;
is what they’ll face at my behalf.
I look at the clock,
and realize it is time.
I must get ready.
My beloved is waiting
I look into the mirror,
and emptiness is all I see.
I begin to chop it on the mirror,
and now it feels complete.
I suck it into my soul
it fulfills me,
completes me,
bliss.
I feel that feeling I have been longing for.
It has returned to me.
I love this feeling.
You can not convince me otherwise.
Who are you to tell me;
that my love is wrong.
You are just jealous,
that you can’t have it.
That’s it isn’t it?
You’re just jealous of my love.
You want to take it from me,
and keep it for yourself.
I can not allow that.
That simply will not do.
How can you do this to me?
I trusted you.
I poured out my love to you,
and you stepped all over it.
Why can you not understand?
TELL ME!!!!
I knew you would remain silent.
It seems you understand.
I will have to end your life.
It is the only way.
You tried to run; you tried to plea
but it was all for naught.
You began to cry, began to bleed,
but fruitful it was not.
I didn’t want to do it.
You must understand;
that no one desecrates my love.
For it is already desecrated.
I return to my love;
from which I cannot escape.
It won’t let me go.
Its treachery begins to take shape
I know that I have sinned tonight,
but it doesn’t matter to me.
I know my love is an empty one,
but I’m not allowed to plea
This love I feel is an impure one,
but that is quite alright.
This love is an irrational one,
but I do not care tonight.
