Sitting in the corner
in the dark thinking
sitting in the dark corner
she's dead lying there stinking
staring but not blinking
not once, eyes are dry
so upset ready to cry
because he saw her die
hair all drenched in blood
the murderer is in the house
he doesn't remember why
he made her die
remembering her startling cry
the way he slit her throat
the blood oozing out
she let out a shout
he ripped off her head
she's already dead
he laid her down gently
on the new white carpet
and then he saw what he had done
looking at the stained carpet
realizing he what he had done
reaching in his pocket
hand on his gun
battle's lost
the war's done
he pressed it to his head
one click he's dead
