So it turns out that the real murderer IS THIS GIRL WITH TATTOOS IN BLOTCHES OF BABY PINK ALL OVER HER FAIR VIRGIN BODY
And with eyes that no longer dance with glimmers of hope though dandelions still DARE to fall…[But she didn’t have the weapon you’d used to form flawless sins (by carving grotesque words that tongue of yours would wag about whenever her back’s turned) on the first layer of her skin] ‘Hey, why aren’t you uttering a single vowel? Your eyes look like they’ve been raped by a demonic soul. I wonder WHICH GHOST was it that murdered your sprightliness?’
Her black mazed thoughts so mysterious you had gotten lost in?
Was it her irreversible actions that blew you into pieces?