Love Ya Till Ya Die Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

My nails dig in deep into your skin
metal pressed into your temple, soft skin
You tempt me kind sir,
you take me as a joke and one more thing coming from you and you're dead.

See, I love you
love you to death
but your mouth
your sweet pink lips
I need to be mine
Your tongue I want severed
just so I don't have to believe another day
with hearing your inconsiderate mouth.

Sweet baby,
I appreciate you more than you know
but you don't understand the blood that
flows through these veins
You will never understand this life that I live
and with that I like the look on your face
your body trembling,
you sweating,
stop turning me on,
stop making me moan,
your mouth wide open and it molds to a gun.
I see the feeling is mutual so com on
drive a stake through this chest
make me scream till I run out of breath
drive me up the wall with a knife to my neck
cut up my walls of insanity
rip out the principles of self preservation.

Let's give the world a bloody show now shall we?
let them feel our hearts beat with anger and aggression
but feel ripple and defected when our hearts finally stop...