Murder

Murder

Murder
She wrote

Murder
She wrote
On her skin

Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife

Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back

Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved

Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.

Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man she loved
and lost.
A symbol

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

One last time.

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

One last time.

But not before

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

One last time.

But not before

With the blood of the knife

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

One last time.

But not before

With the blood of the knife

On her skin

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

One last time.

But not before

With the blood of the knife

On her skin

She wrote

Murder

She wrote

On her skin

With the blood of the knife

From the back

Of the man that she loved

And lost.

A symbol

Of betrayal and of spite

A symbol

Of love lost and love found

And of love torn away.

The ringing of wedding bells

And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.

The smell of cheap perfume

And of soiled sheets.

The screaming and crying and identifying

Who is to blame.

The tearing of flesh

And the stabbing of men as they sleep.

A wife’s refuge in marriage

Broken by a whore.

Poison.

Poison she drank as wine.

She lay with her husband to bed

One last time.

But not before

With the blood of the knife

On her skin

She wrote

Murder.