Shattered Desires

There was this guy, see, a high-flyer type, made a bit of a name for himself. He moved in like a year before, you know, started off slow. He ended up going crazy for the girl next door. His wife would wake up seeing him parade in the street, serenading, but the dame wouldn't help matters she had this couple wrapped around her fingers. Picture this: a man and a woman doing a duet on the lawn of their neighbor, in their underwear. This continued; he would trim the grass, and his wife would do her chores. Until one moonlit night, no one knows to this day why this girl was found standing over the couple's bed with a cold stare, holding a knife, blood plastering the walls. She, of course, got sent down for that. It doesn't stop there. I get a call from a buddy of mine in New York, across over at the Bedford Halls. A gorgeous dame became part of the new fish, apparently batting her lashes. The guy was found hung, swinging beside her stare within her own cell as she sat motionless on her bunk. The inmates were happy to see her leave, for she manipulates only with her eyes. So she's here instead of the chair, being watched day and night on the grounds of insanity. So keep your wits about you, son, do not let her whispers enter your mind.