I Love it When You Cry

I sit here and watch you, and you wonder why,
I want I want you to wish to die.
I thinking of how to hurt you, to make you scream.
You'll hope this is all a dream,
Until I put on you some more hot coals.
And I'll put out the fire with salt water from those bowls.
Then your nose will tell you truly were burning,
You death you'll greatly be yearning.
You want release so badly,
But alas, I can't give it to you sadly.
Why you ask, a quiver in your lip?
Boredom mostly, I say has a quick quip.
I love to see you cry,
Why should I ever let you die?
Acid burns though your skin,
But I'll sew some more back on you again.
I careful now, to keep you alive,
Has ever more perverse tortures I derive.
Your tears are sweet drops on the floor,
They practically beg me to cut you some more.
I poke, I prod, I burn, I tease.
Stay awake with me, won't you please?
If you don't that's okay,
I'll never, ever go away.
But i will say one thing more,
If you do die, I'll meet you at hell's door.
For you sins are just that great,
That I'll have an eternity of this to sate.