Hadden Clark

You called me a retard, for that you pay
Your little friend has now become my prey
This 12-inch knife slashes relentlessly
Then I stab her throat, my hands are deadly

Toss the body in the back
Like you, she's nothing but a piece of crap
Too late now, I leave for work
Thats what you get for being a jerk

My job's almost done, with her, at least
I just want one last feast
Her death, my revenge, Her flesh, my prize
Just one meal, then left for the flies

Laying low for a few years
Wearing women's underwear, brassiers
Petty thefts, here and there
Then I killed her, to Mother I just couldn't compare. . .

She wasn't supposed to die, not yet, at least
I got too excited, she's accidentaly deceased
To get a thrill from that same night
I bury my face in the pillow, the bloody sheets around me tight

Dressed as a woman, I killed her that night
To everyone, I seemed quite alright
As I watched her take her final breath
I looked at my bloodied shirt, and stroked the Angel of death

by Brittney
posted on 12/31/1969