One Little Lie.

Your face is so beautiful, when in fear.
You glance at the knife and let out a tear.
I know you are afraid, don't be dear.

The worst has yet to be done.

You yell and scream, pushed against a wall.
You want me to hurry and end it all.
Oh, honey, I'd rather you suffer, THEN go and fall.

I pull from its case, a serrated blade.

Its excellence shines in the burning moonlight.
Reflecting on its steel, the glory of the night.
I approach you, as your eyes fill with fright.

I wrap my arms around your head,

Held down, and unable to move,
I slice from the bottom of you chin with my dagger's groove.
You scream in terror, this noise level is soon to improve.

I stick my knife within your mouth.

From the corner of you cheek to the edge of your eye,
the blade moves as you continue to cry.
You feel such a pain that you now wish to die.

You fall to the floor.

I lift up your gown and travel along your curves.
Finally, she gets the  treatment she deserves.
You shake violently, controlled by your nerves.

You breathe heavy,

you see the crimson flowing down,
ruining your white gown.
You take your last look around.

I gouge your eyes with the knife.

You lose the meaning of the proverb "Out of sight, out of mind."
The proverb does not apply to the blind.
You hear me walk back the bag that was behind.

You hear a familiar sound.

Salt falls from a  shaker and spikes the pain
The wounds get flood with this sodium chloride rain.
These senses start to echo to every recess of your brain?

Goodbye, love.

I say as you die,
That final blow, right between the eyes.
Now, was that worth that one little lie.