Your Lies

You’re the guy,

Who fed me lies,

You’re the guy,

Who ended my life.

You’re the guy,

Who’s handsome face,

Swept me off my feet that night,

With your hands covered with lace.

But little did I know,

Your face covered,

With that deep black mask,

Was hiding lies undiscovered.

You told me the truth,

Honey covered lies,

It was all a plot,

To end my life.

I offended your gang,

I punched his chest,

Your petty revenge,

Would kill me at best.

Brought me to your car,

Twelve at night,

Tied me up,

Drove while telling lies.

Blindfold,

Door,

Chair,

Wooden floor.

You peeled off the cloth,

Restricting my eyes,

I saw your face,

Your evil eyes.

In that moment,

I knew in a snap,

My life was over,

That was that.

Two years later,

They find my body,

Tied and gagged,

It’s your gruesome hobby.

I’m floating in the river,

Horror in my eyes,

My ripped red dress,

Still reeks of your lies.