TO KILL

I take the knife

My fearless weapon

I hide myself in nature

She do not care what my intentions are

But she is the perfect place to hide

Now I wait

Wait for my victim

I am like a hunter

Waiting for his innocent pray

I have stopped keeping track on the time

Maybe there have gone 2 minutes

Maybe there have gone 30 minutes

Maybe there have gone hours

But then he comes

The perfect pray

I wait until he has pasted me

Then I will go out of the bushes

And follow him until we are alone

I feel my heart beat

No body to hear him scream

I speed up

He still have not noticed me

The adrenalin is pumping in my veins

I rise the knife

And pushing it into his back

The game is on

He turn around

And gets a fist in the head

It makes him fall

He is confused and that is how I like them

Before he begins to cry for mercy

I gave him the final hit

My fearless weapon must end the kill

My knife pulling towards his heart

It wants to kill him

Just like I do

I take the knife in my hands

Pushes it into his heart

Twisting it around

It feels good

09-04-2010 (H)