Blood, like rain, Dripped down my knife, I smiled, Watching her eyes going white, The eyes you loved, Reflected her ugly soul, So I buried her, In that gaping hole, The hole I have been digging, In the backyard of my house, Oh! I remember that melody, Her squeaking like a mouse. She hurt you once, I killed her twice, Darling I just hope, You don’t cry on her demise.
Six feet underground, She lays now motionless, I really had a hard time, Wiping off those bloodstains. Off my dress,...