Actions are loud
A viscious blow to the head
Eyes burning a flaming red
Should I be in her place instead?
I am satisfied, my soul is fed.

A gaping slash across her chest
Plucked gently from her private nest
Parents unsuspecting, they'd never guessed
That their daughter was dating a serial rapist.

A stabbing puncture to the lung
A rope with a noose from a tree was hung
Her body first dragged through dirt and dung
I wonder if they'll discover what I have done.

A pretty package, all tied, hung and dead.
I run home to my room, quickly hide in bed.
None can know of the atrocities I have led,
As I drink my poition, I too will be dead.