summer love

[fuckoff]

I was beaming,
an looking like young loves summer dream
the sun always shone on her.. man she was sweet
the streaks of red in her hair lit up like her fiery side
I was getting lost in her smiling eyes, while we drive
couldn't help stare, an grin, as hers met mine
speeding, singing 'long to tracks from way back in ninety five
she had her feet sitting on the dash, an hands on her tanned thighs
dressed in a tank top that can only be described as, dam tight.
the sun setting gently, it fades into the dimmed light of night
says she'd told her mum nine - says she's a little tight for time,
well off the beaten track now, and she was like
'were we goin'.. i replied 'i'm not tellin... its called a surprise'
'alright?..', she said with a little bite.. an then she piped
'but what are we doing tonight'.. 'gettin fucked babe'.. *twice*..
I thought.. while gently pullin into a empty lay-by

'hello?!', 'emergency services, police, fire or ambulance?'
'police! please! my daughters missing, an im unsure of this man -
her friends havent seen her.. her phones broke or off
this is so unlike her, an we argued before she went sulking off
'and how olds your daughter, miss?.. twenty? what? im sorry..
but ring back in 48 hours.. till then its best not to worry..'

*I really... really... wanted to fuck her..*

her touch is electric, mate, I wonder how she fucks..
I bet her little erect nips taste as good as her wee muff
always acts likes shes such a good girl, but maybe shed be naughty
maybe if I showed her my dark side, she'd do the same.. for me..
I think she plays with me, teases me.. likes to wind me up
always walkin to work in a short skirt that scream 'im a slut -
tie me up'.. id sat behind her at school, close enough to smell her
she wears chanel, jus like my mother did, with hints of vanilla
i showed her kindness, showerin compliments, till she was like 'No, stop it'
but.. id been friendzoned so hard... we'd even go clothes shoppin..

*..bitch..*

stood at the door knockin,
six cops and a swat team
'GET THE RAM READY..
HIT THE LOCK.. HE'S NOT IN'..
the slams steady an with a 'click' its
popped off its hinges
the search beginnin already
siftin thru paperstacks
and tossed syringes
rippin every draw out.
ignoring the stench of rot
from the kitchens many half empty pots
cause that girl - she been missin days, then
without a flicker of hesitation
or any doubt came a heavy shout..
'SARGE... COME HERE...' he pauses,
not cause hes breathin -
he's jus tryna take it all in..
'I.. I THINK YOU NEED TO SEE THIS..'

'what is this place.. whats goin on, its kind of creepy'..
'Ive told you, its a secret.. C'mon... come inside.. youll see'..

walls all dark n dirtied, like theyd risen straight from earth
fallen windows left jus iron bars, on this prison made from dirt
vacated since the eighties, an asylum, where the different went to 'learn'
it was lit up by a sick fuck a touch violent, an it still glistened where it'd burnt,
charred roof n ash, scattered the path like its past occupants minds
knarled roots had wrapped the overgrown gates now lost in the grime
the wooden porch was black like tar, this lonely place rotten wa slime
most slats now snapped apart, but the door still padlocked with a sign
'KEEP OUT' and 'DANGER'.. the rusty warnings ignored
its frame like paper, took one kick till the door was on the floor

its was a door like any other, showed nothing apparent..
but inside was the thoughts an soul of a man gone manic..

the cupboard a sick shrine to his love
her pictures hung from string, tied from above
next to candles and keepsakes
her lost gloves an other mementos..
this wretched man who'd reached hate
from a rotten love gone bad or mental
had full pads of scribbled poems an odes
layin next to homemade dolls an a naked barbie
shoes thatd fit a two year old tot..
but what really made the alarms ring
the bloodied kids knickers
stuffed into a locked box
and topped with glitter stickers...

'Sarge, this pictures different, it might be suttin
its old, worn, n was clipped to this paper cuttin,
this womans, shes beautiful.. she looks jus like her..
says she worked at the old institution, untill..'
..he tightens up..
'she was raped.. real brutal.. i think.. this is his mother' ..then..
as he read on the tale of this monster
dawned upon this simple copper..
'after labour, she went to jail.. for trying to smother him..'

we wandered through the neglected ruins, expecting ghouls
felt an ambiance that would test tombs, an the guts of lesser fools
a menacingly depressive moon filtered through the wreckage roof,
through the beams left to stew an lit up the dusty decrepit rooms
that once slept the loons, screams still echo'd with every gentle step taken
floorboards shake with the weight of a thousand mental patients
she turned to me, trying to muster the strength to say something
her lips quivered an her chin wobbled, an then 'I'm late..' again..
taking her hands tightly, I squeeze just enough to hurt
shes squirms, confused at her situation, 'your not.. scared are you?
dont be a little girl.'.. I smirked..

i was gone. the world dissipated, his wet breath felt suffocating
so close i could taste it.. with every fibre i should fuckin hate him
but past emotion, i just laid still, expressionless.. nothing. vacant
resorting to displacement, i wondered if I'd wake up.
torrential black rain, the tears mixing with my make up
his claw like nails slithered and dug into my neck,
the other hand gripped my wrist and positioned above my head.
could feel his elbows shake, his weight twice mine an bearing down
grunt an rasp, his saliva frothing at the side of his mouth
how long could this fuckin last? my toes clenched in self pity
his trousers were barely down, and he was in me
my whimpers felt silly, trying to tighten up, it was useless,
dry as fuck, but he pushed through it, excited by his abusiveness..

her body lay naked
clothes torn from her
they were too late.. 'SHIT..
phone the coroner'
pools of red trickled to flood
her eyes still open.. in wonder..
and written in blood
the words 'I HATE YOU MOTHER'