the notes of his shriek reached the sky
it pierced through my ears
like an enraged banshee
the branch was so bent
while the rope was blown by the wind
leaves that could cut through your skin
corpse with a dramatic grin
the bullet is still attached to his head
and my blade was singing with its edge
what a perfect night indeed
his torso bled in my feet
cuts and bruises covered his face
his hair was torn away
jet black darkness
mixed with dismay
and the crows were happy to see their meal
and worms will till the earth
flies will sleep with satisfied nerves
i have killed a man last night
inside my car he moaned with delight
while the sky is dark
and my tongue was coiled
i never found out how he died
his blood waxed my door
and i bid him goodbye
they will not discover him soon
his legs are white as his eyes tonight
he wore a silk cloth
and a wine clutched in his hand
his neck was cold
and his lips worn out
in a February fright
he saw his fear
with a cold blooded soul
he wiped his rim
Valentines day treat
and as i held my shovel
to bury him half dead weight
i kissed his lips
he let his last breath
i have killed a man last night
i slashed him pretty tight
i have killed a man last night
and he appeared to be my lover....
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