Thrill of the kill

 You hide in the shadows

You grasp your knife

Inside your screaming

You’re ready to take a life

 

Your target so naïve

Their life you shall soon take

If someone told them they would never believe

They just stand and whistle a tune

 

You draw in close

You just sit and watch

You know how it goes

You think a bit this is it

 

You get a foot away

You get behind

It is sad they must end this way

Their death will be blind

 

You ready your hand

You ready you self

This is their final stand

They stand no chance against your stealth

 

You take a swing

Then a stab

Watching someone die is an exciting thing

Then you take one final jab

 

Your mission is done

Now you smile

Knowing you’ve had you fun

You hear a step on a tile

 

Now you run

You’re in fear

Your job is done

But they know you’re here

 

You see two

You now hide

You know what to do

In the dark corners you slide

 

You stab one

And slash the other

Now your job is really done

You drag them over to the other

 

You’ve made your kill

Now you walk away

You’ve had your thrill

There is no reason to stay

Reviews

[karmic]

I like this poem it was in a way fun to read. Thanks for sharing