The Visitors

I'm gonna tell you my story... 

Well it's more a heinous crime

It all started with a woman 

Who i swore forever mine 

I followed her one evening 

Where she disappeared from view 

Confirming my suspicions 

All the accusations true 

I waited under lamplight 

And if you listen to me friend 

You may understand my reason 

It's not hard to comprehend 

I watched her walk back out the door 

And scurry through the night 

I had a cigarette to calm my nerves 

Until the time was right 

Well i crept through that door 

Much like a thief... You understand! 

A knife clenched in the fingers 

Of my numb and steady hand 

I looked around the confides 

Of the small disheveled room 

I smelled the filthy stench of her

That cheap as her perfume 

Well he lay there in the crumpled sheets 

So satisfied and still 

Contented with betrayal 

And the cheapest form of thrill 

I stood there for a while 

Breathing silently and calm 

Remembering my visit here 

Was purely just to harm 

He didn't see me strike 

But saw the glint upon my blade 

I sat beside him on the bed 

And heard the noises that he made 

A gurgling of horror 

As his hands grasped at his throat 

His chances of survival 

Were increasingly remote

I sat awhile... Maybe more 

As i wanted him to see

The reason he was dying now

Was not the fault of me 

But that of course, his visitor 

The one who brought me here 

"And will be mine forevermore"

I whispered in his ear

I sneaked out from the doorway 

And lit another cigarette 

To satisfy the pleasure 

That all killers seem to get 

I headed home uncertain 

If i'd find her there at home 

But smiled upon returning

To see her lying all alone 

I curled up close and comfortable

She smelled so sweet, her skin was clean

She never even asked me where i was, or where i'd been 

I smiled at her with innocents, and saw excitement in her eyes 

Then made love to this angel in my devilish disguise