'Twas a cold April morning
At their town called Bourning,
Sat at the keyboard staring at the screen,
Wondering what to do ending her age as a teen.

The girl of nineteen at the keyboard tapped away,
'Twas all usual to her, like any other day,
Went up on the chatrooms, just ignored the signs.
Played with words and emoticons; faces, beers and wines.

But emotions were played with too.
The one on the other end noticed, didn't know what to do.
Three years passed by, they talked all day,
Talked too much on the net so forgot to pay.

Had only a few hours left 'til cut off the net line,
She told him and he said 'Come here, you'll be fine!'
She flew over, saw him and smiled
Feeling great, happy and wild.

But he wasn't as great as she thought he'd be
But how so she didn't have to wait long to see.
He abused her a lot, she often cried,
Her heart, soul and mind died.

She thought he was a surgeon, for that was what he'd said.
She knew he was that, of course, when he chopped off her head.
Blood splattered the ceilings, floors and walls
Like a battlescene from despicable wars.