The golden locks, bed of flowers
Squandered days and wasted hours
Life is a decaying field of tulips
I touch her hair with lost finger tips
Days pass without notice
Why can't I unsee this
But I knew, I knew I was safe
They searched the fields for my victim
No luck, no solace, no knowledge
I got away with it, I finally got away
I visit her tree sometimes, her bones are still there
Where I hid them all those years ago
Her hair is golden as ever, unwashed and rotten, alongside her bones
I take strands home with me
I floss my teeth with them
With her, my Aurum