Red Velvet Lace

 Hey-ho hey-ho, it's off to therapy I go
It's unholy mental structures that I form
These thoughts of mine have strayed far from the norm
Thoughts of surprising you in your dorm.

All they seem to be is thoughts of gruesome murders, semi ritualistic satanic sacrificial options thought of exhaustively.
Others simply can't see the joy I would find in using a mallet to drive home a spike right through a left knee,
Or why thoughts of bubbling blood froth-foamed lips, whisper gently to me.

Whispering of pins through pupils, so you can become a pupil of mine and I can truly teach you about pain as you scream so easily.

Let me whisper sweet nothing's that slowly fade to nothing while gently paring away your ear, that way my influence is will forever show, I'll always have your ear.

Have no fear, my feelings for you are true, no need yet for turning blue, just let me count the emotions I feel for you. Don't worry, the fingers of one hand will do.

A cigar cutter will quickly quantify what they said I couldn't, measurements of hate will pour through stumps, mercy starts to pool so as i search for new ways to express myself you drown me in reasons why I shouldn't.

Emotions fade away, driven off by drops of blood that congealed in my mouth, blood and hate both now have made their way down south.

What would make me the happiest that I have been in a while, is to see you smile right from the heart. But luck smiles for those who know it not and that special smile you showed only to me has missed your face. Oh well.... It's time for lemonade,  now you have a necklace of pretty red velvet lace, and those flashing lights signal the start of your parade.