The End

There's deception in the air, he's lying again.
Pretending he loves you, unfortunately for him, there's no refrain.
Your blood money payment is long overdue.
But the amount he will lose will satisfy you.
Into the bedroom you watch as he sleeps.
Leave no trace for his claret will sleep.
You look for an object to smash in his skull.
But your hands are too pretty, to render them full.
So you pretend that you love him.
Let's play a game;
I'm on the top, tying your hands to the bed frame.
He whimpers with pleasure and tells you to carry on.
Don't worry my love; your suffering is soon gone.

His heart starts to quicken, he's ready to cry.
But there's difference in your terms, he's going to die.
Your hands take his jugular, your nails dig in.
Don't rip it out just enjoy the sin.

He now starts to panic.
He sees the hate in your eyes.
Tie up a bed sheet, stifle his cries.
His limp little body lies dead in your bed.
Kiss his pale lips, then aim for your head.

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Gemma (FracturedMirror)