He's been very patient
And would love to attack her
But there ain't a chance that he would
Allow her to suffer
Not a single moment's discomfort!
By the might of a bludgeon
Or the sweep of a blade, for another single weapon
Can be used to a great effect
Something much more personal
(An item with a pulse)

Oh baby please
Don't fall victim to hope
For he is a coward
But I am no coward
And I can not be
Be forced to suppress, each thought that can only be so vile
So dark, so grim and also beautiful!

Not within himself, he can only find comfort in the form of another
To find fulfillment
He preaches this
Pure suffering is real
There is not a chance anything will defer the event at hand
A lifelong, suffering wait has bred this
The heavens above cannot foresee what it is that he
Intends to do, it’s his night
And He is king of. This. Hell