WARNING: This is a creepy dark poem. I would never do this that is stated in the poem, I never want to do it, I don't have thoughts of doing it, it is only something that I decided to write from another person's point of view. I am not this f'ed up, I promise.
What a sweet smell
the smell from the bottle
the smell
that I will give to her
my beautiful girl
my future bride to-be
her eyes glisten in the night
as she walks unknowingly towards me
her flowing blonde hair
blowing in the wind
reflecting the moonlight rays
she walks unknowingly
towards her love
not ready to receive my gift
but my gift is inevitable
the bottle I bought
smells so beautiful
perfect for her body
as she walks closer
I ready the perfume
ready to administer
sneaking up behind her
she screams in surprise
but calms down
as soon as I show her the present
as it drips on her skin
she is content
as I look at her perfection
all I can smell
is the gift
the perfume
the chloroform
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