Through the Eyes of a Serial Rapist

A Poem by Joshua Design

Please don't be mortified upon reading the title. This piece portrays an evil that lies within all of us- the aspect of human nature known as the justification of sin.

She's laying here under me crying. But she loves me. I pleasured her
more than any man ever has. She will thank me one day for showing her
what a real man is. She said she hated me and begged me to stop, but I
know she just felt bad because we were taking things too fast. But it's
over now. I'm done- finished with her. Maybe when she realizes that
she loves me we can do this again. But I know she won't... She has
seen me. That's too bad. I really loved this girl. And she loves me.
Why must the women I love always die?