His confession kneeling before the priest
Was of his aggression, his inner beast
And the girl he took, the girl he swore
Who only said she wanted more
But the girl she was ripped and torn because
Violence befell this beauty
Rendered her mute and steely
Blood stained cloths
Scars and bruises
Evidence of his crime
This he tried to deny
His confession was of obsession
To own and gain the best
Thus she led to his behest
He swore she wanted only more
Recounting the tale: he walked up
Introduced himself, gave her a drink
and danced a bit
She said she was tired but couldn't go home
Could she perhaps follow as he roamed?
In the van, he thought she liked it
Her moans and groans pleasant
Her trembling sweet
They did it again
Then they did it again
And she said more
And more
And more
She said she needed more stimulation
to feed her core
She wanted needles, they felt good
Her screams meant she was in the mood
Her tears were for the beauty
she thought of their love
Her prayers were thanks to God above
He didn't know she felt pain
Couldn't feel it when she went faint
He tried to warm her as best he could
But the blanket covering her body did no good
He heard her say, "let me out"
So he let go of her and she tumbled out
Rolled across the ground and lay still-thinking
"we won't see each other" her voice was heard
He was compliant and assured,
"yeah, you weren't the best either;
The second half you didn't move, you just got laid."
And driving off she was left alone
Turns out she never made it home
The body found the next day
And in a month he followed though not the same way.
