I guess it's called Sweet Executioner

i am the sweetest executioner
but i'm not here to hear you weep
my only emotions are brazen mutinies
your only reactions are screams of joy
i am the sweetest executioner
toiling through nights to ease your pain

i am the company you won't keep again
leaving behind your tales of woe
truth is an ice pick, and while i'm stabbing you
your only way out is to ask for more
i am the sweetest executioner
touching your skin instead of letting you go

i am the masterpiece of distraction
casting the shadows on your doubt
fear is a constant, hunger a fickle friend
your only release is a wicked sin
i am the sweetest executioner
plotting my sweet revenge on your love

i am the last breath a fire takes
snuffed in the darkness deep in you
memory is random, and choice is just as cruel
your only grace is the saving kind
i am the sweetest executioner
ready and willing to begin again

i am the sweetest executioner
but i'm not here to make you weep
my only emotions are failing mutinies
your only reactions are horrific smiles
i am the sweetest executioner
one last job to ease our pain

9/19/2005
manic