The skies crying blood, No matter the cost she was going to get her way.
As blood drips from her finger nails, she realises what she's done.
She smiles in pleasure like she hadn't a care in the world.
Her sinister smiles, I never could forget as if it was burned into my memory.
The curved edges of her mouth, the white completion of her teeth, the pale pink of her lips.
She searches for an ax, she slaughters my body and throws them into a hole and covers it up.
There's no murder weapon because she buried it with me.
No one ever saw me again, they stopped asking questions and started moving on to other people.
They never found out what really happened to Charlie dans that day. They may never know what really happened, they probably think he was a troubled teen that just ran away and died of drug use.
