I want to sleep with you. No, I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under the blankets. In your ed. While you're laying on my arm with my other hand on your tummy. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just the muffled cries that you let slowly seep away from your blood gurgling mouth as I slit your throat and sacrifice your worthless life to the dark overlord. P.S. I love your art.