You're cruel, he said, while strangling her
look what you made me do, you whore
Her glazed eyes didn't tell him anything
he didn't see lost years in a young life laid bare
his attention was elsewhere, not on her
when he dug her grave, joking and grinning
his neighbour testified to his callousness
besides the bloodied corpse of a human rose
who hadn't grown thorns, and who perished
for the handyman's lust, that she didn't share
A tale of crimes called lust
but in reality death, like in dying, put down
never to breathe again, never to love
she became a victim to rape and murder
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