Murder in mind

 

You had murder

in mind

and the crows

were looming close,

finding home,

a nest in which to roost.

You could taste

blood in the air,

drank it drown like juice.

With your jet-black hair,

and that

devastating stare,

you had my

head in your hand,

soul in your care,

and my messed up

heart in a noose.

 

You had murder

in mind,

conversed

with the crows,

in crowed speech,

you crooned

under that

blood red moon.

You danced in delight

in that bright crimson

moonlight.

As you held

my life in your hands,

my hope on the cards,

my love of the night

held within those palms.

 

You had murder

in mind,

as the crows

followed you around.

They listened

to every word you spoke,

every slight sound.

They gathered over town,

to see me fall under

the blood rain pouring down.

You held my lust in your eyes,

my fear in your smile,

my tears on your lips,

my cries you’d defile.

 

 

 

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