the lonely french murderer

looming loneliness in my sleep

sometimes i can't help it but simply weap

i wander through the empty streets

and look up at the black sky

wishing i could escape my unbearable consciousness 

and just fly

i lurk but try not to pry

last night i looked into madeline's flat

i must confess i would often spy

and watch her enjoy some cherry pie

most people don't know me as a bad guy

i murdered a pretty lady last july

caressed her soft white thighs

then fucked her dry

afterwards i gave a melancholic sigh

glanced at her lifeless body one more time

then whispered a goodbye