After having his way with her he turned aside
Not wanting to see the tears she cried
Into her window that night he had climbed
Knowing full well he was committing a crime
In his sick mind she deserved what she'd got
Dressed in her nighty made his emotions hot
He stalked her each day as he noticed her lips
Enchanted he was by the sway of her hips
Excitement took over his thoughts as he planned
He even bought rubber gloves for his two hands
He felt for the knife in his pocket so sharp
Quickly it sank deep into the young girl's heart
Over and over he slashed her sweet face
Splashes of blood sprayed on a rose in a vase
There the cops found the girl's body in blood
She died beside a vase with the dripping rose bud
copyrightŠ2006Irene
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Note:
In memory of all women who are raped
and killed in their own homes.
