[Black Book]

Chapter I: Flower of His Eye

"Jessica, you are the flower of my eye. You are what determines my day & night - despite the power of the sky."
"You can make my face shower in the light. You can make me coward in a fright. When I'm not with you, every hour is a fight."
"You may not love me, but do I fret? No, for I haven't found a reason not to indulge each blue eye yet."
"If anything can change me, I am surely making you my bet."
Brad looked upon young Jessica like she was the human form of Heaven.
The day that he lost her would be a record-shattering storm of legend.
For her love & affection, he felt he was simply born to let in.
But Erica disagreed. She looked at his head, & saw each horn's projection...

Chapter II: Monster of Her Eye

"Brad, why do you perform these heinous acts? Give me the oddest stares, make the strangest laughs?"
"You know wrong from right, yet you break even the most dangerous pacts."
"You're a monster in my eye. A monster whose saneness lacks."
"You think we are in love? I was a beautiful flower, but you disregarded this & left my garden dug."
"I went from sprouting with life to the mentality of a street hardened thug..."
"You are not my boyfriend; you are my step father! You took everything from me except water."
"So I stay alive but I'm still slowly dying. My mom sees there's something wrong, but I won't speak; I'm only crying."
"She can't figure out what's happening to me, but I know she's trying..."
"But you're delusional and the monster of my eye."
"Every time I'm with you, I want to know how much longer till I die..."

Chapter III: Look How the Angel is Dressed

"Jessica, I am on my way back home. We can spend a quiet day at home."
"I bought the house, but you make that home!"
Brad gets home, walks inside, & screams, "Jessica, where are you!? Your mother is at work. Let's do something fun. Maybe watch a cartoon?"
"Or we can make a movie again, & you can be the star, too!"
No answer comes... "Jessica!? Come out to play. I have no patience, not one ounce today!"
Still no answer, but Brad inhaled an odor. It resembled a mixture of gasoline and sulfur.
It was the type of smell that bends a man over.
Flames erupted around Brad in a blinding explosion. The house was ablaze; his demise was set into motion.
Brad was able to look out a window into the backyard amidst the commotion.
He erupted in rage, "Jessica!? Look how the Angel is Dressed!"
"She did this to me!" He shouted before he collapsed & the gases strangled his breath.

Chapter IV: Look At the Angel of Death

Jessica had bought the flammable materials, gone home, & put them in it.
For she couldn't handle Brad & his every day abuse for one more minute.
He had thought of her as weak, as timid. As a possession, as a dimwit.
So she put on her favorite dress & protective mask. Then she set out to complete her objective task.
Brad came home. She pulled out a lighter & tossed it, creating an effective blast.
She watched as the monster of her eye burned alive. Because even though she was no longer a beautiful flower, she yearned to thrive.
She heard him shout, "Look how the angel is dressed!"
She adorned a smile as the gases strangled his breath,
And shouted, "Look at the Angel of Death!"

[Black Book]

Chapter I: Flower of His Eye

"Jessica, you are the flower of my eye. You are what determines my day & night - despite the power of the sky."
"You can make my face shower in the light. You can make me coward in a fright. When I'm not with you, every hour is a fight."
"You may not love me, but do I fret? No, for I haven't found a reason not to indulge each blue eye yet."
"If anything can change me, I am surely making you my bet."
Brad looked upon young Jessica like she was the human form of Heaven.
The day that he lost her would be a record-shattering storm of legend.
For her love & affection, he felt he was simply born to let in.
But Erica disagreed. She looked at his head, & saw each horn's projection...

Chapter II: Monster of Her Eye

"Brad, why do you perform these heinous acts? Give me the oddest stares, make the strangest laughs?"
"You know wrong from right, yet you break even the most dangerous pacts."
"You're a monster in my eye. A monster whose saneness lacks."
"You think we are in love? I was a beautiful flower, but you disregarded this & left my garden dug."
"I went from sprouting with life to the mentality of a street hardened thug..."
"You are not my boyfriend; you are my step father! You took everything from me except water."
"So I stay alive but I'm still slowly dying. My mom sees there's something wrong, but I won't speak; I'm only crying."
"She can't figure out what's happening to me, but I know she's trying..."
"But you're delusional and the monster of my eye."
"Every time I'm with you, I want to know how much longer till I die..."

Chapter III: Look How the Angel is Dressed

"Jessica, I am on my way back home. We can spend a quiet day at home."
"I bought the house, but you make that home!"
Brad gets home, walks inside, & screams, "Jessica, where are you!? Your mother is at work. Let's do something fun. Maybe watch a cartoon?"
"Or we can make a movie again, & you can be the star, too!"
No answer comes... "Jessica!? Come out to play. I have no patience, not one ounce today!"
Still no answer, but Brad inhaled an odor. It resembled a mixture of gasoline and sulfur.
It was the type of smell that bends a man over.
Flames erupted around Brad in a blinding explosion. The house was ablaze; his demise was set into motion.
Brad was able to look out a window into the backyard amidst the commotion.
He erupted in rage, "Jessica!? Look how the Angel is Dressed!"
"She did this to me!" He shouted before he collapsed & the gases strangled his breath.

Chapter IV: Look At the Angel of Death

Jessica had bought the flammable materials, gone home, & put them in it.
For she couldn't handle Brad & his every day abuse for one more minute.
He had thought of her as weak, as timid. As a possession, as a dimwit.
So she put on her favorite dress & protective mask. Then she set out to complete her objective task.
Brad came home. She pulled out a lighter & tossed it, creating an effective blast.
She watched as the monster of her eye burned alive. Because even though she was no longer a beautiful flower, she yearned to thrive.
She heard him shout, "Look how the angel is dressed!"
She adorned a smile as the gases strangled his breath,
And shouted, "Look at the Angel of Death!"