In a wet and cold and blackened alleyway

surrounded by bricks and refuse and despair

the spot in the city where the bustle wains

to a dull alcohol induced roar

And all the bad shit and nefarious events occur

I had been paid to put a knife to the neck

of some shy, slutty, sappy she devil who had

been silently sabotaging my rise to power

so I was glad to get her gone

since the rain would wash away the evidence

I couldn’t let her continue to guilt me for years

this was the perfect opportunity for her to get

what was coming a crippling dose of cut throat reality

Nothing like a Barbie or Disney Damsel scene

this deadly exchange in the middle of the night

in the middle of the city in the middle of a rainstorm

Where I cut her face clean off that pretty fluttery mask she wears

Would reveal the deformed scared maladjusted teenager she truly was

Would only leave the new and improved and harder and

meaner and madder and more determined me-

So… in a wet and cold and blackened alleyway

I assassinated the inner me

yet I still guiltily carry a torch for her

Her innocence was her glory

I am still the same heartless hurt child

reflected in every rain covered mirror on the street…