Samrat Sharma

She broke my heart, I wanted her dead;
I mused when I was lying in my bed.
Loneliness drives you to extremes;
Sometimes you begin to see all in red.

I called him on the phone, made a deal under the veil;
He said there was a discount on the second hit, their summer sale.
His deal kept on getting better, unitl I could afford everyone dead;
I was scared as he smiled and said, “Sir, we can get them for you wholesale”.

–Inspired by a story I read a long time back. I know it doesn’t make sense, though.