Monday, June 13, 2005

Murder

I feel my heart pounding
I walk closer
I feel the knife in my hand
He’s only a few feet away
There is sweat dripping down his face
I feel my heart beating faster than I’ve ever felt it beat
I want to take this man's life
I want to scream
I want to run,
I want to ask what drove me to this
He’s so close right now that I can feel his breath on my face
I think about where to stab him
He knows what I'm going to do
I walk behind him
I close my eyes as I stab him in the heart
I can feel his pain
Blood is rushing over my hand
I’m getting light headed
He's bleeding to death
I let him fall to the concrete
As I walk away I hear him say something
I can’t hear him very well
But he said something about being sorry

~Breezy

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