A quick, sick rampage
I loved her because she was danger.
Like lightning in a bottle,
The kind that makes your hair stand on ends.
Our hands intertwined, we were a quick, sick rampage, and
when we kissed, her lips felt like a homicide.
Have you ever killed anyone?
Neither have I, my plea is innocent.
Her love could convince you
to murder every memory, bag up the pieces and throw them into the water