Homicide

The pitchers that i see,
There on the wall for you.

Step up to the window,
I need to see if it was you.

Are you the one who killed,
Those girls who's pictures on my wall?

I investigate there murder,
your blood witness to all.

There body's cold and shattered,
Eyes cold like there hands.

Roses left to remember,
There broken lives once had.

Your the one who held the knife,
and cut away there life's.

You the one who smiles,
when i see your deadly eyes.

You whisper words that make me cold,
Words that haunt me still.

Words thats hard to talk about,
Even still,

Those deadly words you said to me,
stayed within my soul.

Those words that you said to me could simply,
end it all.

Those terror words you said to me,
was " doll I'm coming back"

Then you looked me in the eyes,
An said "you'll be the one to die"

" I'm coming back for you sweet girl,
I'll hunt you down some day"

"and when i do so it's your pitchers,
That will grace your wall"

" you stupid detective son of a ----
You'll be the one to fall"