she said i was a sad person
as we sat alone under the night sky
a willow was over us
and the silver light was high

she sad i was not worth the time
as i sat in quite awe
as the moon played its game
reflecting on the lakeside we sat

i told her of my dreams
the life i wish to lead
as sounds of midnight
played there lament of fertility

she told me then
that i was pathetic and shallow
as bates flew above
crickets and frogs sang there song

she told me my life was pitiful
my ambitions hollow and weak
the night was breathtaking
the beauty unsurpassed

i told her every one has a dream, not all come true
she laughed at me then, her mask of contempt firmly in place
the beauty of this picture i was witness to
was rivaled by non that i have experience

as i sat and watched the sky
stars sparkled in my eyes
we sat in numb comfort
as my eyes sparkled in turn

i had no intentions
to do what i did
but her meaningless rambles
rang like bees in my head

as i marveled in this nights beauty
i could think of nothing more
to make this night more perfect
but seeing this girl next to me Dead

as i thought these thoughts
i glanced to the right
it seems as it was ment to be
a rock the size of my fist lay inches away

now as she droned on more
about my uncommon stupidity
i felt insanity grow
as a struck her in the head

she screamed her agony
witch i liked up like syrup
a pain i could see
as blood flowed free

twice more
a slugged her in on the head
three in the face
and i could tell she was dead

as i looked at the stares
as we sat in the sand
i found my peace
holding her dead hand.