Lovely Johanna,
Look at me, dear.
I can sense your hate.
Your lack of fear.
You can’t hold back,
The brutal reaction,
That draws a knife
To my throat in
Swift action.
Johanna dear,
You make me fear,
That your bloodthirst
Grows stronger and
In your sneer,
I see your truth.
Your uncontrollable
Need, to cut me open,
To watch me bleed.