She walks alone and sees herself in a pool of blood
Her clothes tattered and covered with mud
She feels the guilt she tries to shun
As she looks at her hands and sees the remains of what she’s done
As her guilt eats away at her and cuts her to the quick
She starts to feel sick
She starts to sweat
She starts to hear the screams, as though from inside her dreams
She remembers how she thought of using a gun
But it just seemed like no fun, too quick
She no longer felt sick
A smile grew on her lips, as she remembered the knife Butchering the wounds of her victim
Blood poured from his body like the storm outside
She could see the reflection of the lightning in his eyes
She could hear the thunder in his cry’s
A new thought raced thru her mind
What would she do with the body?
Where would she hide ?
Her pale face grew paler
Her dark eyes grew vague
As she turned to see her victims body staring straight,Thru into her fear’s
She felt a tear, running down her check, down her breast
soaking her dress
Her cold, wet heart made her think
Maybe she wasn’t quite so meek
Maybe she could burn it or hide it in the wall
But the smell of that would make a grown man bawl
Maybe she could feed him, to the rabid wolves
But the bones what of the bones?
Her thoughts were interrupted by low ,erie moans
A misty vapor decompressed, from his cold lifeless chest
A chill ran down her spine as she watched his last breath…
The wonderful feeling of death….
She thought again, what would she do?
An idea, she drug his body to the bog
And prayed it would cover with fog!
The body became hard along with the mud
She did not think all night she would walk and trued
The wind did blow
All that was left was to row and row
Out to the middle to throw him in
Over the edge , she did go!
Her lungs filled as though for ten
Slowly and quickly it got darker and colder
This is what he deserved, what he got
That wretched boy who broke her heart
Now they would really have to part
She had thought
We need to talk, he had told her
Always of what you do be sure…
Now they would be together
For ever and ever
Things can change with the beat of a heart
For the sweet or for the tart
Be careful what you say, what you do
The last thing she heard, was a soft, love birds coo…