Murdered Nights

Picked,
 I picked my blade upon night
 and roamed through the streets before midnight.
Young child, go back inside thy home thee abide..
Aye!   I didn't,
 I smiled,
 for murder was on my mind...
Curse'd..  She was wild.
I had to pull her out of of my dying,
and turn the Roses into Red.

Scarlet upon thy lips..
"Murder!" you Screamed.
Dispatch of sweet Heaven hither I deem.
  I said it was all a bad Dream.
Your Pulse and your life, inherit by me.
Unable to catch the air to breathe.

Imbare your Body, a masterpiece
Pushing the blood back into your skin
Lascerate my blade upon thy chest.

Murder by the heart...  
You should of never walked with me
 into the dark..
Murder by the eyes..
You should of never
 got lost in mine...
For Darling, I have died
a Thousand times.