Lust

His lust is what killed her
he was to rough
and she was to young
to understand what he was doing was wrong
she didn't know and he did
he killed her without a single care
nor a single back glance as he left her body on the road
the road that he was to be seen
to be discovered
this gave him thrills
gave him more lust than she could
she died so he could get off
her death only made him smile he wanted more
and more would he have no one could stop him
because they could see him.

By amanda brown
Published: 4/2/2007
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