I murdered Lust on a street corner
It was a dark and foggy night
A street lamp flickered above her
She stood in it like it was the spotlight
She always craved to be bathed in
The center of attention
A woman desperately pursuing affection.

She wore a skin-tight skirt
Fish-net pantyhose
Long high-heeled leather boots
A black tank top
I looked into her swollen face
And she looked up and smiled at me
This sort of smile that is automatic and plastered
Her face was powdered, blushed and bronzed
Layers of illusion painted on
Her eyes were dead
Black substance like molded milk ran down her under-eye creases
She spoke as she exhaled a cloud of smoke:
"Happiness is only real when shared."
At her I glared
Her, standing there, waiting for someone to pay for her tricks
And I asked her: "Do you do it for love or do you do it for drugs?

And she froze
Froze like the lake in winter
I moved in closer
I realized,
She was staring into a void
That I could not see
A paranormal void
She tried to speak
But she had become too weak
She fell to the ground
I checked her pulse
But she started to choke
I cradled her in my arms
And shed a tear
She vanished into dust
Right before my eyes
The midnight breeze carried her away
And I can't believe
That I murdered Lust that day.