A stalkers final goodbye

Whisper do shadows,
and emerald eyes,
glazing bright,
bloodstaind hemlock,
moonbeam-tryst,
such an archaic lullabye.
lull you to sleep with sweet music,
i hum through the night,
kiss your saccharine eyes.
how long has it been,
since i watched you sleep,
through the night?
drenched in rain,
shaking bitter,
with the prettiest box,
i wanted you inside.
hoping you'd found my letter,
was the spatter too much for you to bear?
i poured my soul in each line,
hoping you didnt mind,
the teethmarks by the side.
as you cried out through the night,
red ink dripping cold,
with the knife in my hands,
i just knew i had to have you.
penalize me if you will,
call me blamed,
a fucking disgrace.
i only wanted to right out 'i love you'
up and down your pretty face.
blood red slashes,
my exes and oh's,
you're a vision in red my darling.
the last response you could have made,
was your scream,
so serene,
and captivating,
i must say.
even though perhaps,
i was the last one to hear your voice.
i marked the final page,
in our last days.
to accompany all the nights
you thought were alone.
kiss your cold blue lips,
grasp your crumbling fingertips,
how honoured the maggots must be,
able to rest inside the majesty that was named your face.
every once oozing red slit,
now faded to purple,
as your flesh lies pale,
and dull as moonlight.
caress the stitches i had made.
your eyes are much too pretty,
to stay within your lovely corspe.
i could tear them out,
with greatest ease,
frame them upon my mantlepeice.
kisses,
honey,
and i'm gone.
they still havent found you--
and with pain in my heart,
the siren wails assure me that our midnight rendezvous is over,
and with one last glance,
im put back on the run.