Twisted
They say I’m twisted, so cold hearted,
Hallows Eve is when it started.
Wishing they had not existed,
so cold hearted, they say I’m twisted.
I found those lovers in my bed
and soon I’d see that they were dead.
Wrapped together ‘neath the covers,
In my bed I found those lovers.
I held the knife, I squeezed it tight.
I’d make them both regret this night.
Methodically I took their life.
I squeezed it tight, I held the knife.
I felt the power in the blade,
the crimson ooze that it had made.
I carved them for at least an hour.
In the blade I felt the power.
In a plastic sheet I rolled them,
within my power to condemn.
The murder scene was very neat,
I rolled them in a plastic sheet.
The perfect crime I knew it was,
revenge is sweet, that’s what it does.
I smiled when I hid that slime,
I knew it was the perfect crime.
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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and much love~ Desire~*~
