The Devil's Lackey

Pretty girls come to play,
Pretty girls here to stay?
Pretty girls so happy and free,
Pretty girls you don't know me.
Pretty girls would run in fright,
If only Pretty girls knew my night.

I fought for blood,
I fought for fun,
I used a man,
I made him run.

His terror peaked,
My blood boiled.
Fire filled my veins,
As his pants he soiled.

He begged for life,
He begged for peace.
In my greed,
I kicked in his teeth.

We shattered his ribs,
We broke his will.
We clawed out his eyes,
just for a thrill.

His body began to spasm.
His voice grew hoarse.
As his screams turned to squeaks,
In crept my pitiful remorse.

My fascination waned.
The minutes slowly slithered by.
I turned my back to the gore,
But my bones shook with every broken cry.

Death paid a visit,
Silence settled over the land.
My stomach gave a lurch,
I just helped the Devil kill a man.

What came over me?
I will never know.
All adrenaline and arrogance,
Doomed a man 6ft below.

Now I sit with pretty girls,
So bright and young.
I wouldn't change a hair on you,
Not a single one.

For a moment in your shoes,
I would pay any price.
So beautiful in your ignorance,
a brief respite from my strife.

I have not eaten,
I have not slept.
His ghost haunts me,
Mirrors my every step.

I would forget his eyes,
Forget his agony,
Forget his blood,
Forget this atrocity.

Now there is nothing for it,
I know my life is forfeit.
So, pretty girls run along,
How I wish I had never committed this wrong.
Pretty girls so naive,
Please run away, run from the monster I never knew lurked inside of me.

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Authors Note:
I now it's almost juvenile in it's simplicity, forgive me. The rhymes are childish, to say the least. I've never really cared to write a poem, so I never learned how. However, after learning about a brief acquaintance I had as a teen (I a pretty naive little girl), this poem literally poured out of me.

Last night I happened upon an article about a couple of old murders in my home state. Upon closer inspection, I discovered I knew the accomplice in the brutal killings. This poem is a way to express the shock I felt. It's a way to anonymously share with a stranger, what I would never readily tell anyone I know. It's much too morbid, shocking and frankly, it's outright depressing. Enjoy, or hate it, I really don't care. The words just wanted out.