Childish Lovers

[Bandit]

I don't want to hurt her, this child she is. She innocent, short and sweet, wants to be the lover of the sick man, me. The time has come, when I must show her the end, but her innocence pure, for her I don't want the hurt. To take it and smash it, to make it bleed, but for her no pain at all, her love is what I want deceased. Not her love entirely but her love for me, this child whom I know can do better, with this sick little devil I am, or will become in the angels light. The Devil Herself is the only one for me, but until She comes to get me, a sick little woman much like myself, visions of hate and destruction, corrupted by the by her elder, her sister none of the less. My love for her is not greater than the love I hold for the devil herself. To you My dear, I ask, Will you be my childish lover?