sick b!tch

i always saw your glaring scary eyes the secret that lies behind the dark room the sick gloom and that sick b!tch that sits there and watch i can only hear the light switch as the silence fills the bloody air she sits,waits there in despair feeling mental a scary feeling oh that sick b!tch stalks, and likes the blood so appealing. with a bottle of wine in her hand shes always friken drunk and can barley stand people talk and say"what a sick b!tch" and if she knew if she loved all these crimes that she done a sick b!tch is what she was and a permanet stab that's all she wants and when she hears the haunts the knife lies there with no reason of endless care maybe if she can then listen,and see what shes become the police looking back shes a sick b!tch and that's the crucial fact..... (the blood drips with no one there,the sick b!tch is somewhere)