Murdered

by Samantha   Mar 13, 2009


Red rivers running Across the floor
Around the gun And toward the door

Innocent victims Lying dead
Killed for love With bullets in the head

Rich and handsome He was first
But it couldn't quench The deadly thirst

She was next His secret obsession
Beat and raped In true psycho's fashion

Never been caught By police or FBI
So women beware You could be the next to die

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