Murdered Innocence
An empty bottle of wine,
half a pack of cigarettes, smoked,
what started as a good time,
ended with death, choked.
Condoms lay unused,
clothing thrown around,
innocent soul left abused,
cold and stiff on the ground.
A chance meeting,
from a blind date,
leads to a beating,
stemmed from past hate.
A man mistreated as a child,
taught too many wrongs,
an anger grows too wild,
like words written in hateful songs.
Words of wisdom fail here,
hot blood has spilled,
motivation is not clear,
why a brilliant mind is killed.
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