He killed a girl

In his eyes you find the snapshot,
Of a night with terror and gasoline.
Alcohol and razor blades,
A Chevy pick-up and a canteen.
Limbs and legs,
Piled in the back seat of the truck.
A grunt and a scream,
How much is too much?
Sip after sip,
It all falls effortlessly down.
The beautiful and the broken,
Falling to the ground.
The back seat of that Chevy truck,
The night his eyes went astray.
A deer in the headlights,
Only she doesn't see it that way.
A palm over a mouth.
The taste of sweat and blood.
Cold metal on her shoulders,
A knife and a gun.
Fingers pulsing sharply,
With every intake of breath.
Otherwise known as the night,
Her memory won't ever forget.
Nails burrowing deeper,
Frying down into flesh and blood.
The rain tastes like fire,
The water like mud.
Smoke billows from his mouth;
On a cigarette he drags.
A body convulsing with pressure,
From every attack.
He killed a girl
With blood beneath her nails.
A hole in her sweatshirt,
A smile that never fails.
He killed a girl
In ripped jeans and flip flops
She begged, she begged
She begged him to stop.
He killed a girl
With lips as blue as the sky
Watching the life drain out of her
As she began to cry.
He killed a girl
With his very own hands
He killed a girl,
But that wasn't part of the pla