Panic!
Panic!
When I looked into those picturesque teal eyes,
That was what I saw.
Drops of crimson,
Streaked through purple bruises.
They consider me sordid,
But I find it liberating.
They say you turn blue,
Once you stop breathing.
But her beautiful face,
It was turning purple.
As I felt the life leave her body,
I knew they'd investigate soon.
And that's exactly what I want,
But they'll never catch me.
Goodnight my dear.
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