The Riverside Desktop Poem, 3rd Zodiac Letter lyrics
by Zodiac Killer
Sick of living/unwilling to die
cut.
clean.
if red /
clean.
blood spurting,
dripping,
spilling;
all over her new
dress,
oh well.
it was red
anyway.
life draining into an
uncertain death.
she won't
die.
this time
someone ll find her.
just wait till
next time.
rh