Murder, murder, come and see
What this monster could do.
There's blood on the curtains too,
Everywhere that's surrounding
That poor, inert and cold body,
Who could do such thing?
Would you dare look into the eyes
Of this terrible beast?
Murder, murder, oh, poor thing,
She was so young, soon to be gone,
Right there, in the outside world
Not like this, how much hatred
Could make this person dissappear.
Pale skin and big brown eyes
Full of such passion and hope
Until, without any warning sign
Someone decided to slit her throat.
Such beauty with no comparison
At least that's what they all say;
Beautiful words, never spoken before.
Murder, murder, this iron scent,
It makes my nostrils want more
Who would have known that I,
The most hated little being
Will ever have the guts to spill
So much blood in only one spot.
I could have gone somewhere else,
Now it's too late to get lost.
I have to pay for my terrible crime,
My poor heart's too weak to be locked.