Aurum

The golden locks, bed of flowers Squandered days and wasted hours Life is a decaying field of tulips I touch her hair with lost finger tips Days pass without notice Why can't I unsee this But I knew, I knew I was safe They searched the fields for my victim No luck, no solace, no knowledge I got away with it, I finally got away I visit her tree sometimes, her bones are still there Where I hid them all those years ago Her hair is golden as ever, unwashed and rotten, alongside her bones I take strands home with me I floss my teeth with them With her, my Aurum