Darkness falls.
Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now.
I set through the night
A knife between my lips
His room three storeys above
My hands trembling with fear
As I take each step to his door
Silently, I walk into his room
I sat, watching him sleeping
Knife shines beneath the moonlight
Slowly I approach
Grab his neck
He wakes
Screams. Struggles
As I gently slit his throat
Cries. Agony
His poor wretched heart
is now filled with holes of black
My hands savoring the blood
dripping to my hands
As I drop him on his bloodstained bed
His eyes beg for mercy
Tears of anguish
Looking at me
how I lick my knife with satisfaction
and left his lifeless body
slumped on the sheets
I could bathe in blood if I wanted to
If I needed to
If I carve his face out
Wear it as mine
Would you love me too?
Would you feel the same way
knowing it’s me behind that face
everytime I’m around?
Or would you rather die
along with him by your side
with your death by my hands?
I know I can.
I am mad enough to kill
as you did to me
For every word I see
coming from you.
You are not responsible of what has become of me.
I blame you for nothinng.
I would even kiss you even if you’re dead.
Are you ready to die?