She resides in my imagination

I can't stop stealing glances of you  
And feel cold blood course through me.  
Beautiful, I'd kill you again and again!  
Then shall you only understand my love.  
   
Your image is set on all vacant faces  
Turning my sky runny in crimson  
Making my eyes cry their black pupils,  
And blinding me into a void of heroes.  
   
I brandish my blade excitedly along the path  
Knowing, oh knowing that it's your blood  
I shall lustfully taste upon my lips;  
Drops of the river of Proserpine's beauty