He's but a poet not a murder
But I sense death inside of him
He's got a luring smile, I'm sure he knows
If God knew what men use them for
He writes beautiful poems of murder
A serial killer in his dreams
This date as gone so well
It's time head home
Oh no not the taxi
We shall walk
For it's a beautiful night
Let's take the dark alley
So romantic, So murderous
For you my beloved poet
In the middle of the dark alley
He grab and kissed me
His lips felt so good
As I slit his neck open
Trying to breathe
would only make you chock
Let your blood flow
And be cleanse of your life a lie
My beloved
