Murder
The sinner social outcasts,
Alone among strangers,
Sacrificial suicide,
The one lonely ranger.
Obsessed with torture,
Unaffected by truth,
Strong slap across the face,
The fucking brute.
Tied among the masses,
Death only on a please,
One sudden loud crack,
She’s down on her knees.
His hands around her neck,
He’s not hidden by disguise,
She’s kneeling and crying,
Tears streaming from her eyes.
He shows no regret or pity,
His grip tightens around her now,
She doesn’t know who he is,
He hates this fucking cow.
Slowly she stops breathing,
Light dies from her eyes,
He jumps back almost frightened,
He seems quite surprised.
Her body lies alone,
Cold and stiff on the floor.
He’s unsatisfied and anxious.
He finds he’s wanting more,
He leaves and drives away,
Confident and sure,
His hands rest on the steering wheel,
Seats lined with velour.
Then suddenly it dawns on him.
He realises what he’s done.
He loved that stupid bitch,
They used to have fun!
What happens when they find her,
His mind soon starts to think,
And then he pulled the trigger,
And died without a blink.
