I was His First
The wave so small and gentle
Caress my dead blue skin
My unseeing eyes open to the sky
My clenched fingers hold a key
The key to my murder
His hair, his skin, his essence is on me now
But it's of no use
No one sees, no one hears
No one will know the secret I have to tell
I'm alone, but not forgotten
That man will never forget
I was his first, but not his last
He could not stop, he had to kill
It brought him pleasure
But every now and then, when he has to stop
He comes to me and stares awhile
He seems to love to visit me
I was his first but not his last
His fingers go over my cold dead skin
He touches me to remember all the fun he had
He seemed so nice, so sweet
But killers wear a deadly mask
He wants to remember not forget
I was his first, his favorite
He likes me so much
I'm the only one he visits
But yet he still kills
I was his first but not his last