Lovers in the Night

It was cold in October, and the wind was fair The moon was full, and the clouds weren't there In the dark of night when everyone slept Is where this secret most foul is kept. Early September where our story begins It starts in an ancient house with two very good friends. They've known each other for a very long time, But who knew things could go bad at the drop of a dime. These two friends, Scott and Charlie, were arguing Scott yelled at the other About something he heard From his most trusted brother Sleeping with your wife said he the other day When this was heard His anger couldn't be kept at bay They fought and argued until Scott went away. When he got home he plotted and planned And thought of a murder that was most grand He would dig up two holes on the outskirts of town To bury the bodies Where they could never be found One month had passed and October was here And the time for the "business trip" was drawing near Scott couldn't wait Rage had taken his head His mind could not rest Until the lovers were dead At the motel he found his wife's car And also his friend's not very far The anger was there When they both die then life will be fair He waited till two Then got out the knife He unlocked the door Time to end this strife Into the room quiet and quick If he had a conscience he might have been sick Of the fact that he was going through with this Covering the mouth of the victim in bed Down comes the knife so close to his head Slowly slicing his neck from ear to ear Shhh he says there is nothing to fear Death has finally come There goes one And now one to go They should have known That one day I'd show To cleanse them of their crime To the other side of the bed he crept Like a monster while the child slept Now he smiles big as can be After her death his mind will be free Down goes the knife Into her chest Taking her life For the one that he lost The time has come my bride To leave this earthly realm Death is now done Into the car he throws the corpses And down the street he drives Carrying the bodies Of what used to be lives Into the holes he threw them down Into a place where they'll never be found Into his chair his mind nice and free Into this chair where he'll sleep for eternity.