Confessions Of A Female Serial Killer.

Confessions Of A Female Serial Killer.

Perhaps this heart of mine has ached too potently long,
reasoning with the only options that are heard,
leaving the others deep within this soul of mine.
Oh, oh.. I know this choice, I know this choice is wrong.
It's lingering so quietly in the back of my mind,
as a beater from hell has been awfully unkind.
Reasoning from options he withholds from earth,
and taking my body, soul, and heart for less than it's worth.

As change rolls off the table - - what he calls my tip,
tears roll down my face, caressing my upper lip.
Stunning beauty has fallen to the floor; leaving me behind.
As the option still lingers in the back of my mind.
And, I find it hard to believe this is answer is wrong,
searching for the right to make my dreams yield,
standing solid by my fantasies - - which have left my empty soul.
And, as I said before - - perhaps this heart of mine has ached to potently long.

My confessions no longer matter, but they're all I have left.
For, I've taken the life of the rapist in mind - - oh, oh, his stupidity.
He left behind his little finger prints, and the police said they'd find him.
But, you see I've stolen the life of my virginity's theft.
I've broken his trend, and broken his ways - - Stole his life,
just as he stole mine without a single gun nor a single knife.
He stole my pride, patience and morals and left me without a thing..
And, I've realized in this life I've lived that I have to deal with change.

For, it's not the heart of the broken that's running the wrong way,
but it's the soul of the evil that's trotting behind me , darkening the day.

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Title given by Anna. :]