Beautiful white gown
and her eyes,
they shone like diamonds.
Light blue crystals in her hair.
So beautiful. Oh, so beautiful.
Her skin as dark as copper
luminating blood,
trickling down her lips.
Subtle glorious marks on her arms
from the tied rope,
keeping her to the chair.
Oh, how beautiful
the glittering tears on her cheeks
and reflecting in her eyes,
the light blue crystals in her hair.
I'm so intoxicated
by that perfume,
on the hollow of her neck
and collar bone.
I let her know,
"I remember this fragrance.
from your showers at dawn."
The solace I find,
in the echoes of her scream.
As I draw my knife,
"Shhh, baby it's just a tool."
Her beautiful white gown,
now a vibrant shade of red.
So beautiful.
Oh, so beautiful.