Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her   Progress possession in blackmail entrails to   Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade   Bait 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   To your delight, she's unaware, she's helpless in your sights      Red ink, spills from her veins   Your quill still draws her in   Red ink, spills from her veins   In curses, in cursive      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      Red ink, spills from her veins   Your quill still draws her in   Red ink, spills from her veins   In curses, in cursive      I know, you ache   But she is alive   I know, you ache   But she's more than a story      I know, you ache   But she is alive   I know, you ache   But she's more than a story