Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Guitar Revenge

My guitar playing you did mock.

So when I got you all alone

With enticement of my sweet talk,

I knew you'd quickly change your tone.

Guitar neck as sharp as a knife,

Over and over I stabbed you.

Your blood spurted away your life,

And no more mocking would you do.

With my sleeve I wiped your blood off

My guitar in a gentle way.

And back atcha I did not scoff,

But instead I began to play.

Your last moans of agony are

Drowned out by strums on my guitar.