Money's Poetry

Young Love Curiosity

I stand beyond your grave stone with a my hand covering my face.
The hand which cover's that evil grin. Trying not to let it peek out.
It was only 2 weeks before they found your body. The body of a young girl.

The feeling It was just to hear you scream for help while knowing noone can hear you.
As I slid my cock into you that night you moaned with absolute pleasure.
How can someone you thought you loved, take your own life just like that?
As I cum all over you, that smile turns to horror. You feel the blade slice your side.
Your heart begins racing once again. "What's wrong babe? Want more?"
As I start fucking you again harder and faster I begin stabbing and ripping you open.
The feel of your warm blood begins to appear out from the sheets and onto the bed.
As soon as The stabbing stops, the hands take control of your throat.
Closing off your air. Closing off your whole world.
Do you still LOVE me? Worthless Slut.

Your body found, but your soul lost for eternity.