To Make You Mine

Written for the Reflecting Eye Dark Poetry Monthly

The water boiled,
Within my pot.
It roared like thunder,
With the thick smell of rot.

Rose petals for love,
Oil for sense.
A prick of my finger
and I felt my muscles tense.

I saw you in my dreams,
Trapped in a moment of time.
I chased after you in daylight,
If only, to make you mine.

Your classic soft face,
Your dark colored eyes;
It was by my potion,
Our fates had been tied.

I wanted to hold you tightly,
To imagine your breath.
Your heart would beat because of me,
Until that moment, I did not rest.

I knew when I saw you,
Our fates were to intertwine.
I wanted you to be apart of me,
I wanted to make you mine.

My potion was finished,
It was brewed just for you.
I was lost in hopeless love,
Please know: that was true.

You drank it slowly,
Like a cherry dew wine.
I watched you eagerly,
You were soon to be mine.

I watched you lose breath,
It didn't take much time.
Twas only an hour,
I watched you die.

Your body was warm
Beneath my flesh.
Your lips tasted sweet,
With my blood bathed breath.

My sickly desire,
For a body without life,
I'm sorry to say:
Lead to your demise.

I did as I pleased,
You joined my corpse shrine.
Remember that I did this simply:
To Make You Mine