Hate

It was once a beautiful body
A young woman in the flower of youth
But maybe someone did not like her looks
Did not like her hairdo

Did not like the way she looked at him
With such disdain

Thus that someone found a way
To end the disturbance
(And tried to brush away the pain?)
Slipped a bit of drugs in her drink
Found a discreet way to drag her to his car
Took her to the cemetary
And by the statue of the angel with the large wings
Layed her down
Took out his sharp knife
Cut her head off
And placed it on her chest.