Night

Walking on the street finding a new person,

In this dark crimson night.

Gripping this dirtied knife,

Killing girl after girl,

Night after night,

Has delighted my ears.

For their voice is no longer a pearl.



Oh why,

Why do I get this temptation,

Screams giving me too much sensation.

Blood still lays on my hands,

Dripping red after red.



Swallowing the street in another night,

Seeing the blue and red on the other side.

And so did I glide,

To a different light.



Then my heart stopped.

Her behavior, her steps

Waiting for the bus,

The poor soul nervous, clutched her heart with strength.



Casually I try to start a talk with her,

And grabbed her shoulder I did,

Since I do that to all my victims.



Ran and yelled did she,

And so i followed her,

And chased after waves of black reflected off of the crispy moonlight.



Oh why,

Why do I get this temptation,

Screams giving me too much sensation.

Blood still lays on my hand,

Dripping red after red.



Ran as fast like a hunted rabbit.

But her hops weren't accurate enough,

For she tripped onto the cold, jagged sidewalk.

Only to crack her neck as the stars rained onto her stream of blood,

From her paralyzed mouth to my hands,

In this crimson moon.



Her black eyes gazed at me full of fear,

Lips of blue frost,

And frozen hands with sweat.



Oh why,

Why do i get this temptation

Screams giving me too much sensation.

Blood still lays on my hands,

Dripping red after red.



Sirens called.

But just blankly sat there looking at her,

With my hands covered in blood,

While someone bashed me in the head,

Hands cuffed,

Passing out, thinking,



Oh my love.

If I just realized,

She was my first love.