A woman's muffled screams, she's victum to a devilish scheme.
He has folowed her home, stalking her, waiting till she's all alone.
Now she's asleep, in walks the creep.
He sits there just admiring, twisted toughts he's aquiring.
He latches to her throat, him and his leather trench coat.
He just leaves her there, but who would expect him to care?
Left for the innocent to discover, next person in was her lover.
The creep had been long gone, her love sang her a song;
"I did it all just for her, I did it all just for her,
but love wants us dead, just me and my poison girl."
Two people dead, her love shot himself in the head.
2006-07-01
21:45:52
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