You're Dead

Don't go home, little darling,
Come sleep in my nest.

Have a gag for your screams,
A knife in your breast.

Oh how goregous you look,
Your eyes glazed and gone.

Can't leave, little darling,
Hard to leave when you're dead.

But we had fun, did we not?
In this little house of lies?

When you wore dresses of silk,
And I ivory ties.

I gave it my all,
And you asked for the kill.

We made a good team,
Killing for the thrill.

Come here, little darling,
No longer in red.

Too late to take it back, darling.
You're dead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Quite honestly I wrote this with Black Butlers version of Jack the Ripper and vampires in mind. Sooooo........ I have no idea.

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;-)

;-)

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I'm going to take that as a

I'm going to take that as a good smiley face, not a 'your next on my hit list' smiley face XD

Thank you for commenting and I guess my mind isn't the only mind just a little twisted. :)

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