I remember Rosemarie...
Beautiful wild child she was
Impish creature she was
Eyes almost colorless
mouth smiled so sweetly into
a crescent moon.

She once told me not to trust women
for they are all witches.
But how could I not trust her,
not trust shuch childish beauty?
such innocence.
How could anybody not trust themselves to
such an innocent soul?
Surely it would hurt her if I didn't surrender myself to her.
I would,
I did.
I wouldn't want to hurt her.

I remember laughing at her as she sang jokingly along
to " Do you really want to hurt me?" by Boy George and
the Culture Club.
I laughed at those lips trying their hardest
not to laugh back at me as she sang

" Do ya really want to hurt me? Do ya really want
to make me cry...

The truth was that I did.
I wanted to hurt her, 
I wanted to make those innocent eyes cry.

Wild child
At that moment the fiend came alive
inside of her
Impish creature!
Devilish Creature!
Demonic Creature!
Devious blue-eyed stare.
Mouth smiled a horrible
crooked smile;
a wry smile.

She told me once not to trust women
for they are all witches.
Her smile becomes more twisted,
her stare more piercing
more devious.

"WITCH!" I scream.
"FIEND!" I shout out.

I can feel the expression of horror on my face.
Demonic Beauty,
an evil soul.
A black soul.

" Go back to where you came from!" I shriek.

Someone take this child away!
Someone take her to where she belongs...
not of this world.

Then i see a demon's hands take the child
by the throat and rip her limb by limb.
I see the sharp nails tear through her
soft flesh.
I see her horrific wide-eyed stare.
The hands tear her body to shreds.
Her scream pierces through my body,
shattering every vein,
every nerve.
Her scream pierces through my body
and echoes inside my mind and i see
the blood pour!
Oh it pours so horribly on the floor.
The contrast of her pale skin and 
the crimson blood is too ghastly 
a sight!

I choke and I cry
I bring my hands to my face
to wipe the tears
but they are covered in blood.

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