Thoughts of Murder
Sitting still on cold night Wondering who will be next Watching as people walk by
Loving couples all around It disgusts me Why should they be happy
As I look for my prey I spot a young man Perfetly delightful
He is going to die tonight He does not see me coming I follow in the shadows
Lurking behind him Watching his every step He stops at a house
As he rings the bell A young girl walks out Shivers run down my spine
Two for one, I see This is going to be fun Lets get it started
They stop at a bench Sitting and holding hands What pathetic humans
I take the knife out of my pocket I slowly make my way toward them Here we go, the show of a life time
I walk behind the girl and slit her throat The boy sits, shocked Damn, he ruined the chase
I turn to him and pull out the sting Wrapping it around his neck Nice and tight, perfect
He starts to plead Oh I love this part Crying over his lost lover
He looks up at me He sees no mercy Only hatred in my eyes
Only pain and suffering Too bad for him If only he helped me when he could
But no, I am just the ex-girlfriend Oh well, too late He is dead and I am smiling
Oh, these thoughts of murder Make it so much fun Lets do it again
The Twisted Doll · Thu Jul 06, 2006 @ 07:34am · 0 Comments |