Confession of Murder

Confession of Murder

Confession of Murder

The red colour of the rose

Reminds me of a murder so gross

Blood splattered on my hand

As I brought her life to a bloody end.

 

The distress she had caused

The peace that I’d lost

Drove me to the end of my wits

That spiralled into my murderous fits.

 

Lord I do admit

This murder I did commit

Let the story of the murder be told

Rest in peace damned mosquito.