By God.

Her name was little annie
She was no fucking orphan
She had a thing for daggers
And god she loved that morphine

She came into my castle
Begging for some change
I took her by the hand
And god it felt so strange

I led her to my bedroom
Each step a popping cyst
My grip it did so tighten
And god did she resist

She lay upon the pillow
Head held back in sigh
I fucked her bleeding pussy
And god I made her cry

I took towards my kitchen
Her arms drug on the floor
I grasped her tender nape
And god she must be sore

I flung her on the counter
Her head bobbed side to side
I grabbed that butcher's blade
And god that's how she died.

~Heckyl