She stood there on the cliff
Laughing
Her big black hair in the wind
Breathing
I was on that cliff too
Swaying
She told me all about herself
I wanted her dead
You thought I was mad
Maybe I was too
Mad for an instant
Mad for you
She stood there quiet
Near triumphant
One hand in pocket
Smiling, saying
Why don't you k** me?
She stood there on a cliff
Smiling
I was there too
Swooning
She told me all about herself
I was listening
Why don't you k** me dear?
That's just what I did, I k**ed her
Dead
Now she was lying there
On the floor
Head struck on a heavy piece
On the floor
Of a ship's tackle thrown on the third
On the third day cast
Cast out by my own hands