and you can't say (what your diary tells)
7. Yuno III

Let me wrap my fingers around
that pale white throat

Throttle all the secrets out,
stagnate all the blood
that boils
underneath

If the cauldron's not stirred
it'll go to waste, right?
All those evil plans
you've told no-one about

And they must be evil
if you haven't even told him,
told your beloved

Otherwise you could tell him there's a cauldron
if you didn't plan to make him the delicacy
for dessert.