Contemplating crimes in a Technicolor dream br Every image, calculating and severe br No reservations at this perfect time br Homicidal tendencies break me out of the mold br br Switchblades and cigarettes br Fidgeting in moonlight as I sit and wait br Inhale one last time br Then step into a streetlight br br Move fast, assault before she screams br Struggle in my grasp, hand over mouth br Knife connects to abdomen, twenty-seven times br Before she dies, with not even one goodbye br br Abandon the body, untouched br Apart from bloody hands on paling lips br Her mouth is just too perfect br Too soft to be real, as always I’m gentle br br I take the greatest treasures br In my mind I did nothing wrong br Repeat it over and over again br I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong br br Her death doesn’t matter to anyone but me br I’m the only one who cherishes her br She isn’t anyone’s lover, sister, or niece br She belongs to me and only me br br Walking up the street, my shoes squeaking br Running a hand through my hair br Convincing myself while the moon is still high br Planning for another sleepless nightbr br Courtney Owensbr br