Swift as knives
Cold as ice
A distant stare and an inconsiderate touch
Matched to the wits with a sharp snake-like tongue
His plan had been thoughtful, elaborate and emotionless from the start
Words of love
Touch of care
So easy to fake, to twist and turn into a fantasy
Any girl can dream about
With those eyes devil's masquerading an angel's
Swoon & woo
Charm and impress
Reel them in, young slinger, with your words cast to sea
Make her feel like your touch is that of God
When you and I both know the truth
There ain't a holy thing about this union
No halos threaded with gold hanging overhead
His fingers twist behind his back
Crossed to the bone
As he flashes the most malevolent grin his soul can conjure
Murder! Murder I write!
The murder of a heart so naive and innocent!
Murder! Murder!
The killer approaches like a wolf in sheep's clothing
To the funeral of the deceased he was so fortunate to fool!
Flowers line her coffin
Draped in silver, gold and bronze
Friends weep and family cries, while you
You just stand and stare
As her heart is lowered into the dirt where it's always belonged
A service so pure
A service so caring
'Really, my dear,' come his chuckled words
'You should feel lucky
It was a service to die for'
A crime with no punishment
A death with no vengeance
An act so cruel and cold
A murder so calculated
Matched with a funeral so mockingly exaggerated
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