I stalk you at night and also in day.
Searching for a victim to ease my pain,
Momentarily thinking -- I must be insane!
I stand silhouetted in moonlight against a tree,
Drawing closer to your house, knowing no-one will flee.
My knife in hand, the so-sure look in my eye,
I wonder, who will be the first one to die?
I open a bedroom door, left slightly ajar
With a reluctant though, I slice them both apart.
The last gasps of air leave the two at no cost,
I look them both in the eye, knowing all along they were lost.
I come to a second room, just down the hall.
Maybe I'll leave them all remembered, pinned on the wall.
What's behind door #2, a woman, a man?
The dream of a finale, lies beneath my hands.
She's a beautiful woman of 21 who's anxious to live.
I just want her innocence, something I cannot give.
Lying there with no regard to weep,
With no concept of conscious, I let her sleep.
You'll wake at dawn, wondering what was at hand.
Your saviour paid it all, and all to the damned.
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