The way you look at me with those fearful orbs, it makes me want to rip apart this world. When your lips mutter my name, so softly, it makes me want to cage you within the four walls of this fucking mansion. You don't smile at me but you cry...you curse..you bleed. Those delicate wrists of yours, ohh, they bear the marks of my obsession. My possession. I don't love you. I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU! But tell me, will you love me? Knowing I am the reason behind your miseries. Will you love me, knowing I am a merciless killer? Will you love me...when you are scared of me???