A POET

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