Her eyes watched him

unblinking, silent,

always a smile on her face.

He merely glanced at her,

her pale feature so lovely,

long lashes, red lips,

her beauty was intoxicating,

giving him such a strange

and unhealthy obsession.

Oh, how he longed

to kiss those lips,

to have her love him.

She was his, only his.

He would never ever

let another have her.

His friends worried

and took him to

a mental hospital

and placed her

in a new home.

He was "released" months later

and frantically hurried home

to his beloved, his one and only...

and found her

in the arms of another.

With such a rage,

he burst through the door,

terrirfying the family within.

He took a knife from

his back pocket...

The police found

the grotesque scene,

blood painting the walls.

A father, mother, daughter,

all slain by the man

who leaned against the wall

back in the corner,

his own life taken

after he "killed" his love,

the now headless beauty,

a small doll, with pale skin,

and a beautifully

painted face.