Woe's Warning

I’m sorry my love, but you should know
Wherever I go, so too does Woe.
For it belongs to me, and though I hide
It follows me, and stays by my side.

I’m sorry my love, I think you should go
From this pathetic tale, of man and Woe.
I cut myself, and the blood bleeds runny,
But at this point; I find it funny…

AND WHY NOT!?

Woe does enjoy my blood soaked clothes,
And so ill let it flow until she GOES.
I'm sorry my love, you NEED to go,
Because by my side, be the warnings of Woe.