She Is My Obsession

The construction of rage. Exploding emotions. Feelings evolving into action. Murder is committed. The ultimate commitment. It can never be broken. Unlike a sacred marriage. She could not committ, so I did. Just a whore. So why did I stay? bruising my ego, I could not get away. So I kneel next to an unmarked grave everyday and pray. Now I lay her down to sleep. I pray her soul, the Lord does not take, and until the day I die, she is mine. Obsessive compulsion started this devotion I can't fight. Over welling emotion. I wont give her up to god. I wont give her down to the devil. Atleast not until my life has unraveled. Leaning in close, I tasting the death on her lips. Run my fingers through her hair. I look into that dead eye stare. So sublime, she is mine.