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. Be mine.
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. Arguments lead to fights, wrong...