The Woman In Lace
Leather covered hands
And a masked face
Onto the surface he lands
In his sight, a woman in lace
His intentions quite disturbing
To rip her limb from limb
To the side lamp she does cling
With a flicker the light became dim
As a red fluid gushes to the floor
From a stab wound it does fall
Her screams right from her core
As he carried her through the hall
The man hadn't muttered one word
Looked as though his lips were bound
The thought of escape was absurd
The woman in lace was never to be found
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