What Life Is

Sometimes I wonder,

What the world could offer,

How I could be her,

But, all I am is a killer.

It all started on a bakery,

It's right outside of the Ferry,

There was a cake flavored strawberry,

On a store full of pastries.

A girl so pretty with her fluffy dress,

I looked at myself feeling less,

No one should feel so blessed,

Imagine what I did next.

I followed her home and brought a knife,

Sleeping so soundly, husband and wife,

Not knowing I've come for their child's life,

But the child woke up and threw a strife.

She screamed for her parents to wake,

And she really did successfully make,

So I made my move, her insides raked,

Then smiled in this bloody lake.

I laughed a lot as they stood lifelessly,

Shocked and miserable, looks so lovely,

This is supposed to what life should be,

Feeling nothing but pain like you and me.