Fantasy From Pain

Night breeze stiffens my muscles, trees bend in the street light
 Leaves rustle by ominously, a chill quakes through my mind
 Though tear drenched eye I witness, this innocents demise
 The heavy hand of her father, her virginal flesh defiled
 My hand moves to my scrotum, not wanting to enjoy
 But the pulsating heat of my passion, I can feel on my inner thigh
 Peering through the bushes, to the dimly lit room inside
 Desecration of a young girl, makes me wish she was my bride
 Now I must venture further, into this shrine of pain
 To satisfy my suffering, and end this creatures demise.
 Now its my turn, I make my way into
 this foul environment
 His dick slips out, in utter dismay
 his gaze meets with mine
 My actions swift, as I push him to the floor
 this man will have to die
 His daughter panting, crouched in terror
 they both await my next move...
 Reflecting on my actions, I understand what must now happen
 Concentrating my weight into my knee, I drop upon his face
 My erection is persistent, so I turn and peer downwards
 Laying in a pool of vaginal fluid, I approach my victim
 Regret! Sorrow!
 Sadness! Aching for my death...
 The pulsing flesh under me, I can't fulfill my urges
 Stepping out of myself and letting the hate control
 Quivering in such ecstasy, my thoughts now wander
 Into a void, another plane, a heightened state of mind
 Driven into this negativity and exploring
 Surprisingly she cannot feel my hands around her neck, or my death sinking into her...
 Shaking...
 Smiling...
 Weeping...
 Bleeding...
 Her Jesus embraces touching, her breast tenderly
 with a light push he enters, her swollen lips
 But looming in the back of her mind
 the knowledge that her Jesus is dead