Psychotically Yours

Do you see her
Just lying there?
Do you see the blood
In her once blonde hair?

Can you believe
That you once loved that face?
Oh, the horror,
Such a disgrace.

Her body, mutilated and broken
Way beyond repair,
Lies there wrapped in bloody sheets.
Damn, why did you have to care?

This would never have happened
If you had chosen me.
I couldn't stand watching you love her,
Can you not see?

I hated her pretty little face,
That perfect white smile!
I hated everything about her,
Her damn legs that went on for miles!

So I crushed in that face
With a swing from my bat.
Oh she screamed -
She didn't like that!

Then I stabbed her chest
Around fifty times, maybe more.
Then I stabbed another time,
Just to settle the score.

Watching her blood
Seep deep into the sheets,
I knew this b@tch
Had come to her defeat.

Looking at the woman
You once called "the one",
I stuck my hand in my pocket
And pulled out my gun.

I blew out
What was left of her brains.
Oh the beauty
As your walls it stained.

Before I leave
I write a little note on the door:
I sign off my artwork
"Psychotically Yours".

Copyright�©JosieWentzel18August 2008