The Killer's Vision

I watched her for weeks as she danced on the stage.    
Gyrating to loud acid rock as I gladly paid.    
This bought me access and we’d laugh and chat.    
I said I wanted more, could she sit on my lap.

I entered her apartment on a Tuesday night.  
Looking for fun and sexual delight.    
We did our business and it all went well  
until she set limits for what she would sell.

I was enraged and saw only red.    
My gun fired twice and there she lay dead.    
A young girl came running and stooped at her side.    
She was the daughter and I wanted to ride.

She cried in fear but her body was hot.    
Then gave me the thing her mother would not  
I wanted to possess something lovely and fair.    
She pleaded for life and I wanted her spared.

When I bent down to kiss her my mind was a blur  
She was so lovely, earnest, and pure.  
But I could not keep her, she'd seek revenge,  
Sending me to prison where my life would end.

In the moment she trusted me, I sliced her deep.  
Sending her beauty into eternal sleep.    
She looked up at me with compassionate eyes.  
When she was gone, I sat quietly and cried.

I gazed at her face, pale lips pressed together.  
Still beautiful in death with the softness of feathers.  
I parted her lips and touched her white teeth,  
Knowing our lives would not again meet.

I held her mouth open put myself deep inside,  
Feeling her tongue still wet from her life.  
A few moments of pleasure and my mark was in place  
I spread my last lust in drops on her face.

Her eyes opened wide still pale with death.  
She said, "I forgive you, but you've deeply transgressed.    
How will you heal me of what you have done?  
You've killed the mother of my future son."

I couldn't be sentenced to a prisoner's grave.    
Her body then whispered. "You'll never be saved."  
Next to this girl spread on her mother's bed,  
I lay down beside her and put a bullet in my head.