Passion, conceived from emotions we call love and hate,
Desire and love, some may create.
Poor girl, she thought this boy did love Her.
And He did, but yet He grew to obsess her.
In the beginning His eyes held nothing but adoration,
It soon grew to love, a tremendous declaration.
But jealousy burned into his very core,
Never did He know, just what he had in store.
Beat down, any man that did touch Her,
He was around, anytime a man sought after Her,
She was His obsession.
His mind was on the verge of insanity,
Though this She did not know,
But soon She began to see,
Just how out of control was He.
So she ended their twisted love tale,
Wondering why it did fail.
He was infuriated, the very depths of his core being shaken,
She was His prize, that was being taken.
It was that one malicious night,
He watched her in the pits of the shadows.
From the dark, two eyes flashes red, Tonight, Her actions she would dread!
His steps echoed hers, clip clop clip clop, the Monster stirs!
Right then and there, He violated her,
Burning Passion filled his stare.
That night He brought both their lives to Death,
Draining their every last breath.
Passion, love, obsession, and hate,
Brought this young man to take.
A precious gift, and her life.
In an act of love, and strife.
Poor girl...
She thought this once a lover, was still her friend.
Never knowing, it was He who would bring Her to Her tragic end.
