Redrum Poem by Bethany Maxwell

The dagger slips through the skin
You know that you will win
Oh sweet red rum
The blood drips to the ground
You are careful to make not a sound
Oh sweet red rum
The feeling inside; of hate
By the time they come it will be too late
Oh sweet red rum
The body is still in your hold
You feel the skin go cold
Oh sweet red rum
Again you have stolen life
With the same red tinted knife
Oh sweet red rum
You feel hate no longer, your heart fills with sorrow
For you there will be no tomorrow
Oh sweet red rum
The dagger slips through your skin
You know the knife will always win
Oh sweet red rum
Your blood drips to the ground
You shall not make a sound
Oh sweet red rum
Feeling inside is no longer
For you are no longer
Oh sweet red rum