Your Friendly Psychopath

My roses are red

Oh yes, blood red

My violets are violent

& that's why you're dead

I killed you with flowers

Smothered you with petals

Your death wasn't ugly

Like cold-hearted metals

Now you sleep forever

On a bright-coloured bed

Because I'm nice that that

Or so I have said

I want you to know

Why I chose you

It was your eyes

Shining sapphire blue

I knew they'd look pretty

In floral apparel

It felt like Christmas

I even sang a carol

I liked you

You deserved the best

So I give you this bouquet

To garnish your rest

& I'll leave this note

To appease your wrath

Signed with love...

From,

Your friendly psychopath