…the black soul
The stench of evil dwelling
The coarse of devils blood
As it runs through your veins
The blackness of midnight
As it echoes in your head
The way inside
To terrify your existence
The dream you had last night
The one you thought was real
It is the maggots that squirm from the skin
The flies that hover
The blood upon your hands
And the knife you left in the kitchen skin
It is the body you left in ally
The trail you left behind
The people who saw you
It is shiver in your body
It is the police outside your door
The handcuffs placed upon you
It is you standing trial
And thrown away for forty to life
Murder is you rotting in a Cell
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