I Hate Making Up Titles Poem by Dyna Misery

Bordering on obsession
Ending in possession
Such a fine line between love and hate
You want to hear me beg for love?
I want to hear you beg for me...to stop
I didn't come here intending to scare
But here I am, in your dreams
I don't know why you call them nightmares
You think I'm no good
I will prove I'm the best
Not just sweet tasting trash
All dressed up for you to detest
I have a hold on your heart
It is my dark outlet of hate
But my hold is only the start
Of my plan to be your fate
I love you so much and I always will
Which is the best reason in the world
To maim, scar, torture and eventually kill