Subtle Crime
© Copyright 2003 - Recherché Inamorato Productions

Sensory wires spiral from the pale flesh of your face,
Whiskers stained with blood caught in mesh and lace.
It seems I can't forgive and the past you can't erase,
So save your breath my friend, don't even plead your case.
Liquid swims from the top and flows towards the base,
Feeding wounded flowers confined within the vase.
Brass-wired fingers move at a deathly slow pace,
Nearly not fast enough to win this hurried race.
Crimes linger on with more than one single trace,
Be quick and move ahead before they begin the chase.
Finally caught, you're now in your rightful place,
Rape and murder done by someone so full of grace.