If One Of Them Is Dead


Pearls, lace, pink and white

Not the scene for a fight

Baby blue, gold and bronze
Not the set for breaking bones
Crystal, silver and candlelight
Not the house of the night

Here lies the queen of dead
With a crown of blood on her head
She was killed by a secret friend
Who promised her love until the end

You cannot tell what happened that night
Or what got the queen into a fight
With the knife of truth shattering lies
She was stabbed, bled then died
To make sure she was dead
A bullet was shot through her head

A lot of people wanted her dead
They laughed out loud as she bled
Are you happy now?
With a tear in his eye the killer said
Without a second glance he jumped ahead
Now has happened what they used to dread
The end.


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