Eight Red Minutes

I can watch the light disappear from your eyes.
They will slowly close. I will watch you die.
A flash of silver, surrounded in red.
Your lifeless body on your bed.

Believe me, I will not regret this.
I know, you I will not miss.
You broke my heart, you killed me inside.
Now you must say goodbye.

In my head I formulated the plan.
Cold blooded murder, the death of a man.
You will die - you hurt not only me
But the other poor girls who metaphorically, couldn't see.

You cheated us all, it's just not right.
I walk out of my house and into the night.
Anger inside me, rage in my eyes
You must suffer the consequences of your lies.

I touch the cold blade; I hope you burn in hell!
Then maybe, just maybe. you'll get a chance to dwell
On all the hurt you've caused, the tears they cried
You hurt me and you hurt them all; you can't deny.

I walk closer to your house, anger immense
Every step I take, rage intense
I want you to know you were wrong.
You were living a lie, all along.

It's funny how much pain a blade can make.
It ends tonight; your life, I'll take.

No longer will you hurt any other girl.
I reach your house; I'm ending your world.
Blade in hand, I open the door,
Rewriting the future forevermore.

I walk upstairs, rage empowering me
I look for your room, and sounds stop me
Moaning, pleasure...I don't like it one bit
I thought seduction would work in my plan...

...but she beat me to it.

I almost wish I didn't but I burst open the door.
And I see you there, fucking that whore.

I thrust the knife, the effect is fast.
She coughs and dies, after one final gasp.
I smile and look over to you.
You won't cause pain. I'll make sure that's true.

You beg, you plead, you don't want to die.
I can see the fear in your eyes.
Without listening, I pull out the blade.
Through the heart, and there it stays.

The light leaves your eyes. My work is done.
I look for signs of life but there is none.
I kiss you sweetly. Goodbye, I say.
I pull the blade and walk away.

Outside, I run into the night.
I don't regret the death; There is no fright.

But with one last thought, and one final thrust...
My world is ending, turning to dust.


Seven minutes lust, seduction, love.
One minute murders, rejection from above.