Wine Cup

He saw me at the bar

He took me to his car

It smelled like smoke and wine

He told me he was mine

We soon arrived at his creepy, dark house

He wanted me to become his spouse

I tried to run, scream, and hide

However, he tied me as I cried

He grabbed his knife

And took my life

My soul flew up

As my blood glistened in his wine cup

He laughed and shouted it tastes like love

Then he feed my cold, dead body to a dove