A Murderer

Her dead body smells like flowers
The first rays of sun
The dawn lights up her slaughtered throat
I stroke her arm with my hands
Her blood is still warm.

How beautiful she is!
I shake her trembling hair
The grasp she sees
The fatal grasp of the dead stare.

I play with her like a doll
It's time for the next drawing act
I catch the energy of her soul
It is the work of art.

The creation of my hands
The creation of my hands.

Her posture is stationary
Arms are placed across
She was so fond of Him
Now she is with Him.

Why did you love Him and not me&
Not me!
Now you are with Him
With your Christ be happy!

Her posture is stationary
Arms are placed across
She was so fond of Him
Now she is with Him.

I am sad and terrible lonely
So I cut out my heart
And let me have the strength
To put it next to her.