Crimson blood,
On the floor,
I want her back,
Nothing more.
The assassin,
He came in the night,
Swift as a swallow,
No time for a fight.
A slit to the neck,
The murder was quick,
To clear the blood,
He gave the knife a flick.
She was gone so fast,
Death is harsh,
Now my mind,
And messed up marsh.
The crimson blood,
Is that's left,
The evidence,
Or her life theft.
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