It is a normal evening upon us tonight
just a normal phase of the day
same things always happen
nobody expects a thing
the mentallity of humans
this is what the predators feed on lately
a young couple sits down in bed
having a casual chat
the girl speaks
she wants to take him out
he smiles an evil grin at the oppertunity
he senses a chance
a chance to get what he wants
to defy the innoscence of them both
the girl just smiles
grabs her purse in one hand
takes him in the other
and they stroll off into the dark night

Togetherness
such a nice feeling
and before you know it
it feels as if you are in heaven
he looks over at the girl
he shifts gears
while he wants to play a bit
he really just want attention
not too much though
and to simply be heard
they lay, together, in a deserted forest field

"Nobody comes around here at night..."
she assures him as she gets up to hide behind a tree
"What are you doing honey?"
but she gives no responce
and comes back from
behind the tree
her change to lingerie glistens in the darkness
for the guy is obssessed with her body
she knows he cares but pops the question anyway

She walks up to him
ties a black blindfold around his head
covering his eyes in the process
she gets atop him and smiles
she moves and feels up and down his body
soon to be laid to rest

"You comfortable dear?"
he just nods his head as he is speechless
"So baby, how much do you love me?"
she speaks the words of a woman
not just any woman
the woman of his dreams
she places a flower upon his chest
as she knows the answer comes soon
she nervously waits and then she gets what she wants
the words that do not matter
and her signal to proceed

"More than you can imagine my love..."
but every answer is the wrong one
does not change the outcome of the figures hanging in the dark
from thick branches of the trees
she plays with his hair
it would be the last time she sees him
and she has not the heart to even let him see her
perhaps it is better that way as he was doomed from the start
as she smiles yet again and takes a knife to his heart

The flower stained with the blood of her victim
she handcuffs his hands behind his head
and hangs him from one of the many trees in the field
victim number thirteen
she can now fullfill her sick pleasure
to make a bouquet of blood-stained flowers
and know that they all went down for her wishes
just for simply expressing their true feelings towards her
sexy, seductive and loveable
cares when she wants to care
can you see through it all
unfortunately most cannot
so we put ourselves into such a helpless state

The soulmate could care less as she walks off through the night
back to bed she goes to plot her next crime
she thrives on the suffering of others
and just awaits her time to strike again