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.