The dagger slips through the skin <br />You know that you will win <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />The blood drips to the ground <br />You are careful to make not a sound <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />The feeling inside; of hate <br />By the time they come it will be too late <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />The body is still in your hold <br />You feel the skin go cold <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />Again you have stolen life <br />With the same red tinted knife <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />You feel hate no longer, your heart fills with sorrow <br />For you there will be no tomorrow <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />The dagger slips through your skin <br />You know the knife will always win <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />Your blood drips to the ground <br />You shall not make a sound <br />Oh sweet red rum <br />Feeling inside is no longer <br />For you are no longer <br />Oh sweet red rum<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/redrum/
