PERFECT CRIME
Dark, hidden in gloomy shadow feature
Examining empty space
He doesn’t show his presence and bed will
Knife in hand, mortal sting attack
Here there is
Someone else
Breath so calm
and peaceful
Face so happily
Wandering through the meadows of heaven
No contact with presence
No contact with the outer world
PERFECT CRIME
Death ripper and the dreaming man
Knife in hand, knife in hand
Hands trembling
Like before
But he knows
It will go
Confident
Murderer
Following the crime
No suspection
No trace left
Bringing nothing but death
death, death, death
PERFECT CRIME