Murder-Madness

Well lit room
Bright from sunny afternoon
Me, waking
Late bloom
Silky cotton spread sheets
Mingling with calused feet

Polished chrome skin
Lie beside me,
Distant breeze coming in
Blowing away all my sins

You rise from your deepen sleep
Bloody sheets ran cold
Immaculate, as i had told
The red is so bold

Her body fed off a radiant glow
Making me move her oh so slow
Her beauty
Her skin
Running soflty through her family kin
Too bad she won't be meeting any more men

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

This reminds me of the kind of poem that is often to be read with a story or as a preface or lyric or song interlude,

[Mellinic]

It's possible that could happen one day