The Mind of a Psychopath

With big, bold, beautiful eyes; she reminded him of an angel. Her hair didn't flow, it was short. Her body wasn't perfect, but he didn't care. It was her soul, her willingness to do anything for anybody. She reminded him of his love of art with all of her fits of passion and romance, yet ahe was not even his. Her lover and companion was a cruel and selfish man that had somehow caught this heart of a treasure of a girl. He kept thinking that they where ment to be. This horrible creature of a man would not do for her. The way he treated her made his skin boil with a lava like quality. He knew what he needed to do, and he was thinking of a way tp do it. He even had a plan. Soon she would be his. That beautiful angel. He cranks up his old truck and heads home. " this plan must work for my loves sake" The End