Strangled By Your Love

Dark, wet puddles, fill the alleyways, between tall dim lit street corners

In a city of chills, the street, left empty, strangled by your love, death appears

The Boston Strangler, was he a mad man, or was he sick for love, with a cursed smile

Miles and miles, he would travel, and lurk, for blonde, Marilyn Monroe type gals

What was his purpose, only the shadows will know, a crazed maniac, with sick desire

A childhood full of pain, full of sadness, full of shame, now he wears the gloves, they are to blame

Strangled by your love, a thirst of a mad man, the history, he did make, but the women, lay buried in a wood box, now set on fire

Only ashes of a dirty crime of tears, now those fears have past by, the city of forbidden lovers