Killer Image
A drop of blood trickled from a vein
Cut up for being vane
Gazing at the reflection in the pane
Ignoring the emerging pain
Shoes lined up in pretty rows
On the bed a single rose
The blood oozes fast and fills a pail
The face slowly starts to pale
Heavy does the depression weigh
No longer going the right way
The killer collects his earn
After handing over a pretty urn
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