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.