Your presence bewitches me to my very core
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Your awestruck beauty and youth I fall for
And yet you never even look my way

Your captivating gaze ogling his form
He sees you but not the real you I see
My feelings are boiling, his are lukewarm
But you two will never be, I guarantee

My thirst for you is carnal and obscene
Beautiful eyes, no longer gazing, plucked out
Tearing your skin, body tainted, unclean
I rip off your head before you can shout

This is what happens, a bath of sweet blood
This our burden, the horror of our love