say goodbye to heaven.

Come, my precious.
Let me light you afire.
Let me burn you and watch this pretty, pretty skin
... scorch to black cinder.
Why do you cry, my precious?
Why do you scream and struggle so?
Can it possibly be broken wonder is it that makes you twist and squirm?
Can it possibly be a breakdown of sensation?

How can I say, my precious?
How it delights me to watch you drown.
To watch that pretty, pretty hair choke your pretty, pretty neck
And to watch you sink to watery grave-
Of my words and your thoughts
Speak with me, my precious
Why do you weep so silently?
Could it be the jarring reflection?
Or could it be the tuneless lament?

How do I hate my precious?
Let me count the ways.
Break, break, oh break my darling
Break into a thousand trifling pieces
Let the wind scatter your broken remains
… far, far away.

Such fun it is, indeed, my dear.
To watch you destruct – so defunct, so foolish
So wonderful you could have been, my precious
But so empty you will be.