The room is spinning, as is my head.
I rub my hands together, and they stick like glue.
I look down. White lace, satin, silk; the perfect gown to match the perfect setting.
A garden, 4pm.
I love you with every inch of my heart.
And I needed you,
right from the start.
Lets make yours shorter,
cock the gun
and pull the trigger.
Make haste, be quick
it's time for slaughter,
I'll make you a tomb
out of brick and mortar.
I'm frightened to say what I mean,
yet I need to come clean,
this obsession with accuracy isn't helping my lunacy.