TO KILL HER MYSELF
WOULD EASE ALL MY PAIN
BUT CAN I DEAL WITH
THE LOSS I'D GAIN?
SHE CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY I DESPISE HER
SHE'S SUFFOCATING
AND GOING UNDER

To stalk. To kill.
Oh, the biggest thrill.
When I think of hurting you
I just can't sit still.

The knife. The blade.
I watch as you fade.
The blood flows out of your body
Into a puddle that was made.

Your eyes. Open wide.
An awful scream when you cried.
I watch you slip away
Then you died.