Love is this knife buried deep in my chest.
Giving me a sick pleasure from the adrenalin rush.
Giving me reason to ignore the rest of the world.
Giving me pain every time my heart beats into the sharp metal.
Soon i will have to remove the blade.
Then the blood will pore, leaving my body.
And life will leave with it.
But i will not die.
Because until i complete my task,
I will not be granted rest.
Heartless, lifeless, i will save the world.