Darling, Dear Sashauna Poem by Silence Dogood

Drink the poison when you think its over.
Stabbing yourself when you think it's too late.
Here comes my darling, dear Sashauna
I hope she's ready to meet her fate.

Stir the liquid mixed with powder.
To a creamy see through white.
As the simple minded enters.
We'll bid her our best good night.

Waking from sleepless dreams.
Our victim enters the quiet room.
Taking with her a glass of milk.
From which she'll drink her doom.

She chugs it quickly quenching thirst.
Looking around unaware.
Unable to see the death on the rise.
Unable to show a single care.

Then walking swiftly back to bed.
Not knowing that she'll never wake.
There goes our darling dear Sashauna.
There goes the life we shall take.