Mind of a Psycho

I felt loss again today.
Another one gone into the wind,
Blown away by the storm.
No...She was the storm,
Her thunder screams into the night
At her killer.
Bone by withered bone,
She was torn apart
In a time-lapsed fury.
I wasn't there,
But I can only assume he watched her.
He stood over her
And felt the rain on him.
And in that moment, I can only be left to assume
That he smiled
To admire his work.
I could never be there for her
Even when I wished to fucking God
That I were.
Why was she taken by the wind?
I need his mind to know.
The mind of a psycho reveals the truth.
Goodbye, K*****.