The Interpretation of a Murderer

Started as an idea for a book really. But I was eager.

 

Ever felt like you’re not alone well that’s because your not

She will watch you close within

Almost as though you can feel her seeping into your skin

But you’re not sure, you walk around scared

Bolt the windows and lock the door

So the mist will spread against your window glass

The lifeless white from her breaths so fast

The anticipation forming in her dusty mind

The blood on the walls the fun and the time

The weapons she can use

The ways your body she will abuse

Because she is and always will be the death of you

Ever wondered who’s behind you on the street

The quickening footsteps, when you accidentally meet

The smile and the look, polite face’s to see

Who would know deep down what I’m hiding who I really became to be

The thoughts in my mind as I watched your eyes

There is so many ways you could meet your demise

From the simple car crash, to the slices and deep gash

To the ways your breath will slip, through crimson lips

To the ways your heart can stop, just from a simple cut on one spot

The thoughts turn into visions, and the visions form a smirk

The smirk you think is polite and cute

Would it be cute, if you knew what I knew,

That really the vision and the smirk, was from me seeing myself killing you.

So here is my interpretation of what you seek to see about me

That when u cross me on the street and you receive that polite smile

Just think back, and remember, just once just for a while

That, that person who smiled, may be sick inside,

And may be happy to say, because that’s what she is

That the person on the street, who smiled at you today

Is the same person tomorrow who will take your life away..

Author's Note

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