The Month was October; the Act was Violent

The month was October
the night air was crisp
the weekend was greeted
with happiness and cheer
our mothers' birthday was here!
frinds gathered together
the good times were shared

Eighty poud beauty
with flowing blonde hair
and intense blue eyes
it's true; she was something to see
we all knew she had a problem
yes, something was not right

The act was violent
my skin crawls to think
the pain that little woman endured!
throwing around that woman's tiny body,
did you feel strong?
crushing her jaws
blacking her eyes
did you feel powerful?
how about raping her?
did that give you imense pleasure?

her screams must be loud now
are they piercing your ears?

did you smile
hurling a golf club
at that tiny woman's head?
watching her blonde hair
being painted red

her screams now are gone,
she makes not a sound.

did you laugh to yourself
as you tightened your hands around her tiny neck?
did pleasure fill your soul
as the mother of your son took her last breath?

did you kiss your son goodnight
did you shudder to see him looking at you through her eyes?
i can almsot hear you now
tell him it's alright.

I hope you didn't laugh
as you dragged her lifelss body back to your bed.

Did you feel remosre as you climbed into bed
and laid down beside that frozen, blue body,
or did you sleep soundly
pleasant dreams fill your head?

The month was October
The morning was was heavy
the clouds seemed to cry
the weekend was greeted
with tears in the eye
your death day was here
family gathered togetery
the misery was shared

Eighty pound beauty
fragile and frail
her end came too soon
in the middle of the October night