"Romance"
I invite you my love
To spend the night with me,
I invite you my love
To a romantic dinner with me
Soft music, candles, and romance,
I'd love to put you in a trance,
But if you can't be mine
Maybe I'll just poison your wine
Let's take a moonlight walk,
That way we can talk
And you can say whatever
Before I silence you forever
Let's walk and feel the romance.
With one hand I hold yours like a gentleman,
While I hide my knife in the other one
Your arms around me bending,
That heat of your body that soon will be ending
Our lips together are fire,
My tongue wrapped in lies kisses yours and it's me you admire
You love me unconscious of what I am,
Unconscious of what I will do,
Of what I have planned in my mind for you
Then you take off my clothes
And you get rid of yours,
You go down, you've stared kissing
What with my pants the others are missing
It's not sex what excites me or the kiss,
It's not your mouth the erotical bliss,
It's the fact that you're gonna die like this
Everything is made for love,
We live and we die for love,
For love, my love, you do this
For love, my love, I'll do this
The tongue that gave me a thrill
I violently grabbed and cut,
Tell me sweetie, how does it feel?
Not enough blood, I might have to slice your gut
You lost your balance and then
You're down on your knees again,
Scared and humiliated and red
That's when I took my weapon
And draw a line over your chest,
I'm loving this bloody fest,
I think I'm hungry now, my dear guest
Hungry of love, revenge, and fear,
Hungry of blood and having you near,
Hungry of you,
Hungry since the moment that I met you
Drawing lines all over your body,
Lines of love that your time will study,
The final line, a line in your neck,
One full of romance, ends this beautiful dance
Romance is in death
Romance is in blood
Romance is in fears
Romance is in your tears,
Oh! What an evening so full of romance
Where you die for me,
And I kill for you.
An evening you'll never forget,
One you will not live to tell or regret
Your soul has parted from this land,
But your heart is still in my hand,
Making this a sick romance,
Making this an endless romance
'Cause you might stop breathing,
Yes, you might stop living,
But you won't stop loving.
The line dividing life and death is thin,
Like the knife that opened your soft, white skin
I love you and want you.
And seeing your body still
Makes me all of a sudden feel
An orgasm that sends me to heaven
I look for a flower,
And I see romance in a rose,
Which thorns no longer have the power
To hurt the arms that once held me,
Nor the pretty smell can reach your nose
This is how it ends,
I walk away and leave you there,
Your open eyes seem to stare
How I go inside to write this,
To make myself think it all really is
Just a poem that somebody reads
That tells the story of a girl
Who died for love like a pearl,
In a night so full of romance,
Taken into a twisted trance
I absolutely love you,
But even more love how you love me,
So romantically and true,
It was like all this was meant to be
My hands so full of blood,
My eyes so full of love,
My heart so full of romance,
My soul so lonely forever stands
Some call me a monster,
Some call this sick,
A fucked up trick.
I call it love,
«Being in love»
I would have given it all for you,
I would have killed and died for you,
But I needed to know you'd do the same,
This is how I wanted to finish the game,
Now I'm the owner of your name.
And this
(slow dance)
(erotic trance)
(lovely glance)
is Romance.
YOU ARE READING
Romance
PoetryA (sick) poem about love, about sex, about death. What is your definition of romance? Which faces of it have you explored? Is romance anyhow related to vengeance?