Murder she wrote.

Murder she wrote..

And to my heart she sent the letter…

If only i knew better..

For in the letter.. there was my feeble weakness…

Between that and my meekness..

And as my restless purebred heart..

Decided to start… opening the contents…

It started...to lose consciousness..

And then i understood..

Instead of intimately slitting my heart's throat..

She found another way in the murder she wrote.