Victim number 1

I hungrily await the sound of my breathe, I hold my chest, fastened by a grip of unbelievable strength and flaire. Hold me. Strangle me, if you dare, hold me, strangle me if you dare. Finish my body with scars and wounds, hold the knife, don't change your mind! You feel my blood run through your fingers, you cut a chunk of my brunette locks and selotape it to my picture. Hidden box of treasures, holding out for unsuspecting eyes, you haunt the whiteness in my eyes as I lay at your feet. Silently trapped under the orchids on the right next to the lavender spriggs that soak in your fingers and leave you smelling of heaven. You, the grim reaper sink your staff in to my neck and the orchids bloom, pure necturess blood will do that. Leave me to rest, the orchids cry and my eyes pierce the ground for all days to come and all nights to haunt.