Sweetly Sour

Blood seeps down into blond locks of hair,  
it spills from your templs and eyes.
A silgle sliver dagger is pireced through you dainty little heart.
I smiled down at you, not in a sweet manner but a victoriuse one.
I finally brought my self to kill you, your blue  
eyes are shedding tera standind blood.
Your tan fance is runnnind with the crimsone liqued. You cry out
in pain agin, you know what I gine through, you finally know how I felt all those times I was
pinished for your doing.I laugh, I laugh with glee as you fade to
nothing but a rotting corpse.
The door opens and our love fills the room, he looks at us, one
dark haired girl, and one light haried girl,
two opistes but the same in a twisted way.  
He seems happy yet upset. I lugh more only
quietly, nothing but a light giggle, like you used to when
he would kiss on you.
My hand cruled and aginst my brused lips,
my black torn dress splattered
with your blood,so sour and sweet.
He looks at me wildly, and then back at you, your eyes wide
and staind. I laugh more, I love the look on your face, the look of fear!
I whisper that one last few words you told me befor you chaged
good bye my sweetly sour sisster