muderer
You, Perfect Murderer
I believe,
I knew you.
Your prefect crimes.
Assume that I'm only-
A speck in time.
This scene is just a metaphor-
For blood sucking and bruises
Adorned.
You say that it's a phase-
And you'll be fine.
So, quote to me over again-
Your heart breaking traits will never end.
Your murderous lair-
Your victims tears glisten in your hair.
It pains me.
But , I'll be fine.
Swimming in your fortune.
Their graves are red, crimson and deep maroon.
And if your secret spreads-
This is the way it ends.
Just come back home.
Leave the hearts alone.
All of your dilemmas-
Make me weak and tremor.
Bloodly screams and moans.
When your world turns black-
Due to your flack and lack.
Remember you were told-
Dust grinded with bone.
