Murder in Mind

I have murder on my mind

And I will not be kind

I have my tools of trade

Ready to make your grave

An axe a knife a shovel

Bound to be a struggle

Rope a gag some tape

Fun fun I cannot wait

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I will use my chloroform

For in your sleep I perform

I will tie you up like a pig

Into your body I will dig

Blood is black under the moon

A fact that you will notice soon

Scream bleed beg and plead

See you feed my every need

Shut your screaming dirty whore

Your life is mine forever more

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Squealing like the slut you are

I will preserve your face in a jar

Neck slit smiling ear to ear

No longer anything to fear

Severed head of pretty lass

Staring from inside the glass

With my hack saw I dissect you

Carve the pieces like I do

I keep you in my basement

Your just my next replacement

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I feast on your perfect parts

Left for last your precious heart

Everybody needs to eat and

You're a savory and tasty treat

When I'm finished my fresh meal

Only satisfaction I will feel

No-one will ever catch me out

To murder I am free,no doubt

Some pieces I will dig a grave

To bury my entrusted slave

I'm far to clever to get caught

My services they can be bought

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Suzanne Divine          ©️ 2020