The Kindest Person I'd Ever Met
It wasn’t something you’d expect
I never thought it would be her
That the kindest person I’d ever met
Could possibly be the killer
The single person I latched onto
As the blood on the floor dried to rust
Of all the people in that room
The single person I shouldn’t trust
She seemed so cool, so calm, so safe
I see now the reason why
But now I know and still remains
A memory: her comforting me as I cried
I’d only seen her once before
I only met her then
I only knew once on the floor
Who she was and what she’d been
And yet, despite what I’ve now seen
I still wish she had let me stay
By her side, her as my queen
As the bodies all decay
I wish she’d kept me by her side
For there’s nowhere else I can be
At least if she had not left me alive
I would not be faced with my misery
But she left and here I pray that she does not forget
I only wish I knew her still
She was the kindest person I’d ever met
And the prettiest person I’d ever seen kill
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