The rocking chair stopped because she fell off and broke her neck
Now she lay there wishing for help
Or wishing to die
Sticky with blood and hoarse from all the constant screams for help
I heard her
But I didn’t care
One less mouth to feed
One less complaint
Soon I’ll be the only one left
And the graves can be moved
That is when she began to scream as if set afire
I have to look out for number one first
Wait ten minutes
Then call the police
And I need you like I need a fucking hole in my head