Desires in conquest to Murder her main her Progress possession in blackmail entrails to Pursuit your end for Regret with shame no end to shade Bail her in comfort complete Then move to kill Red ink Spills from her veins Your quill still draws her in Red ink Spills from her veins In curses, in cursive This is regret in it's purest A simple plan here You're on the trail of the Hunted, haunted now Smiling and nodding She'll go without a fight (without a fight) To your delight She's unaware Unaware She's helpless in your sights Encounters Though brief Murdering, heaping The coals, the heat Surgery pending You're The king Of cavity quenching by Inching The tips Of fingers across the Forbidden Forbidden Forbidden I know You ache But she is alive I know You ache But she's more than a story Your entries made public Your journals in crimson Her veins filled with red ink Your quill spills in crimson