It's night I find myself lost,looking at a bird
that sits on my window with a dark shade.
It's eyes glancing at me like I would have killed someone.
It's a raven that scares your fear but for me it's a luck that may bring some bad omen so I can kill my husband,I like to keep things simple with no ends,how wonderful would it be to hold a sharp edged knife that will spill the blood of my love.
I wait for him to come,I desperately want to love,skin to skin,I want to cut.
Suddenly the doorbell rings,
Before I went to open the door,I went crazy with joy.
His eyes,looking at me like I shall save him.
I can't believe he looks so gloomy he must have heard about his girlfriend's death,
it makes me feel so sad that I might cry,
she was such a disgusting,ugly,destitute woman,
I don't like to talk bad about someone who just passed away ,ah,such a poor bitch she was,
If I keep feeling like this then I don't know what I'll do with my softie heart.
Before my meat gets rotten I say with my calm voice,"Honey you are here let's go to bed straight,today's dinner is late".
I can feel my heart racing like THUMP!!THUMP!! THUMP!!,
I am afraid it might just burst out like a fountain of blood,
my thrilling mind makes me
laugh out so loud that it deafens my ears.
I sing,
I will sleep peacefully tonight,
I will love unconditionally,
I will help my lover to join his lover.
This all excites me the idea of his blood dripping on my skin as I will cut his veins so deep that I could see his bones and break them,
I can't wait anymore to play the game,
woahhh,when the story has just began with the names that shouldn't have been written,
how wonderful!!
will be the murders,that will fill my hunger?