PRETTY DEMISE

I am sorry my love
This is not something I can control
I am sorry my love
As I watch your skull hit the floor
Evil plagues my mind
I am sure you were aware
I fantasized about your demise
I am sure you pretended to care
The blood on my hands begins to dry
As it mats and settles into your hair
You were not even worth my time
It is your fault for being there
© 2014 Valerie Lynn