stabwounds will take their toll murderer with her smile and as an
afterthought she kept the heart he gave her beauty can be so [bad word] she once
swore him forever to make good on her word ensured he'd never leave her she
lies and whispers loving words he lay bleeding on this floor a sigh a kiss
will end his pain and (she) drives the blade deeper [bad word] closer to me
crimson streaks the pale skin of her face from the spray of blood from his
throat his eyes ever questioning why she swore never to leave him