I killed Geenah last night
Because it had to be done,
because she cried too much every night
and wouldn't let me sleep.
I killed her because she never did anything right.
She was clumsy with her words and
on her own two feet.
I killed her because I knew she wouldn't be missed.
I killed Geenah last night.
I hid her under my bed.
I pulled her apart and ripped her to shreds.
And as blood spewed from her mouth;
I knew it had to be done.
I killed the vacancy in her eyes.
I killed that ugly reflection of hers.
I killed all of her mistakes.
I killed the falseness in her smile.
I killed Geenah and all her lies.
I killed her, with my own two hands.
And I'd do it again if I had the chance.
