Blood runs black
By the light of a full moon.
The taste of death
Still lingers on my tongue.
The silence of the knife
Can still a life in bloom.
The very air your breath
Escaping from your lungs.
A victim of my rage
A stranger who is doomed.
Tomorrow will never come
For a life that was so young.
Murder is my name
Death is the name of the tune.
A future you will never know
Your swan song has been sung.
Blood runs black
By the light of the full moon.
Rivers of murky black ink
A spring that has been sprung.
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