Bloody footprint

Your burglary I designed to go wrong.

Do you know the last person

I was seen with

You would know

The last person I slept with

Because it was you

I saw her burying bits of my subsistence

I could see that I was a little bit like

Mercury to me

I'd snap back into shape

But I think it was the frame of a hatchet

It was not solace but a dark secret

The axe I used to kill you

Author's Note

Think heavy metal when you look at my poemy lyrics you