Brutality

Clothes thrown all over the floor

Blood drops leading to the bathroom door

Laughter a plenty for he loves what he has done

His blood drenched hands cleaned by water

He leaves her so swiftly knowing people will be coming

At his house he starts to panic

For he starts to realize that they will all know what he has done

Killed, mutilated, and desecrated

He hears the screams cuz he only lives next door

Murder they cry, brutal murder

The cops are there quickly their sirens blaring

He is sweating more and more as he drops to his bathroom floor

A gun in hand, a rope hung from the ceiling

Which way to go, what will be easier

He puts the rope around his neck

Shoots the gun and now its all done

He couldn't decied so he took double precaution

If the gun didn't work the rope surely would

He took a girls life and then his own

Isn't this the way it always goes?