Turn. Look my way.
“Oh what an angel!” she exclaims
And how wonderful it is
That our paths have crossed today.
I quickly entice her
With my sweet voice wobbling delicately.
And as I sing to you hollow reverent hymns of old
I impose you to take me away.
“Come with me” she says
When the scales are through
“We have good food to eat
We have fun games to play.”
And how could I possibly turn down
Such a congenial young lady?
She tells me how dedicated she feels
To help a child like me
And how my “lovely” smiles
Reward her for her righteousness.
We return to her home,
A quaint little cottage in the country,
And things were alright
Until she raised her hand
About to strike me that night.
My Vibrantly blue eyes
Turned murky and black,
And the tempting urge to harm
Increased to nearly ten fold
Bidding me to attack.
She was wrong, I was right
And nothing made itself clearer that night.
I crept through her house,
Knife in hand,
Away to her chambers
Eager to carry out
My unthinkably evil plan.
I watched her sleep for a moment
Then I woke her from a peaceful slumber
To show her how quickly
Her little angel turned into
And just before I cut her throat
She said to me
“You’re a dirty rotten fiend Casey!”
With that blood stained her pure white nightgown
And her glassy lifeless eyes stared up at me
I smiled and shook my head thinking
“How unfortunate it was for you
That our paths were to cross in the market today.”