Driving down the road i hear the radio
and your muffled screams through the back seat
i just made your shoes but they need to be
cleaned for meet and greet
so classic so smooth
as you sedated me
i slipped a little something into your drink
a potion, more like a poision
i tell you as you drive on
brake lights shine through black
they reveal the burial plot
one last kiss before your final send off
you take my final breaths [bad word] them into the ocean
cement shoes
i shall [bad word] one with death
the air bubbles start to surface
a sensation of satisfaction sweeps over my entire body
content with the done deal
the taste of this victory is almost to much for me
don't forget i killed you
with my death that i home brewed
as i sink down i remember what the sea king said
"you die here"
the chemicals begin to mix
vision begins to blur
i fall to my knees
i am my own victim
i was meant this way either way
you tapped my phones
i made the set up
it was meant to be Neptune's plan
no fate involved