DANCING TO A MELODIC TUNE

You’re wondering when I’ll be done with you,
But here’s a little fun fact:
I’ll never be through.
Not with you.

See, finding what makes you tick
Makes me sick.
I’ll find that prick,
Draw him out,
Find those secrets without a doubt.

With mental barriers soon dissolved,
I feel this mystery is nearly solved.
I think I’ll take a finger or two,
All while whistling a melodic tune.

My blade first meets stone with a shink
Before meeting flesh with a shriek.
I take my knife and cut you deep,
Just to dance to the way you weep.

On the ground, bleeding out.
Think you’re done, but have no doubt.
You’re not weak; stronger than you think.
I’ll bet you last a week at least.