oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
see, the sea wants to take me
the knife wants to slit me
do you think you can help me?
a mirror lays shattered
on the carpet along with the victim and
blood
the murderer picks up a piece of the reflective glass
staring at the victims flesh with manic eyes
a lust for the crimson booze drives
the insane one to slash slash slash the poor ones thighs
and they got what they wanted
but that's not what the motive here was
no
so the murderer lived up to their name
and slit the veins in the other's feet and wrists
blood gushed and gushed
the carpet once white
was now stained a dark red
and the victim finally
let go of the bloodied shard of glass
