Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels

"But she's a woman"
The final thought,
Before life was extinguished,
Always underestimated.

Soft, sweet, simple,
Oh but the fire that raged inside,
An entrancing inferno,
Intoxicating yet deadly.

Scorned,
Vengeance is now a need,
Pain the motivation,
You,
The target.

The brush of cold steel against her skin,
Such indecent arousal,
This was her love,
Her curse.

There is no going back now,
She has chosen her path,
As you have chosen yours,
Neither road wise,
But they fed a need at one time.

Everything she owns,
Everything she knows,
Replaced with hatred.