Soaked in drugs,
doped, but armed
with a rope
He went
To beach
and planned
The kill………
In seclusion
He made a pyre
Threw the music
To the flaming fire
And mercilessly burnt
The rhythmic tunes ………
Then with a shovel
He shoved
And buried
Candles, pebbles and shingles…
Buried, buried, buried
Deep within the sands…
The silky shirts
Set on fire
Cremated,
Roses torn
The murder done......
The heart strings laid
On the beach
About to be raped, tortured
And strangled,
he kept on gazing
At his prey....
When suddenly with
A wretched look
the prey pleaded,
“Enough torture, let me live
I will soak your life with sweet olive
No need to kill, just let me live
Till death do we part”
The murderer
stopped for a moment,
Yet knowing his ways,
Not touched by his ways,
Wickedly carried
On with the murder
Till his heart strings
Burnt with fire
And cried in anguish….
Tormented and demented
As the prey,
romantically
whispered
his final words,
“Spread some ice
they will heal”
Photo From - http://www.flickr.com/photos/chiko/58960363/sizes/m/in/photostream/
Shashendra Amalshan 2011
this is imagination +. great writing.