Together we lie in bed for two,
our bodies dying from the day which was new.
Recall the church and the people who stayed,
said they were sorry for the day and who was laid.
Tragidy lay infront of our eyes,
before I burst into tears and put on a cry.
Then we retreated back to our whole,
for a twisted love story we told.
You look at me and whisper with glee,
"shes finally gone and you are free".
I laugh with a smile and relay the past,
my mother is dead and gone so fast.
A passion for torture made her day,
me and my lover were her prey.
Vile of poision in your hand,
A chance she did not stand.
Her tea laced with death,
then we watched her last breath.
Said she took her life through pain,
now we know everything is no longer the same.
I stare and wonder if trust is true,
as we are two killers through and through.
