Murder By Proxy

Crimson my hands

As I cradle the head

Of my best lieutenant

Dead

All it took

Was a little Cush

And a gentle push

To goad him,

Charge the killing ground

Where he crumpled

Lifeless

With n'er a sound

My anguish feigned

I'm such a liar

My boy shot dead

By "friendly" fire

Black my heart

As I cradle the head

Of my best lieutenant's

Tart

I twist the tale

Of his "murder by proxy"

How he died bravely

In bullets' hail.

To ease her grief

We drop some Oxy...

I lay her down

Where she submits

With n'er a sound

My murderous deed echoed in our little deaths. To steal his girl - I stole his breath.

Afterwards

In the afterglow

I pray his soul

To Heaven

Because

I know

I'm bound

For Hell-

...and I'd really like to avoid an eternity of awkwardness.

-DeRicki

(Week #18)