Look behind your back until the day you die,
I won't be far behind,
You won't see me until that moment,
But leading up to it,
You'll know me well enough.
Death is my profession,
A short therapy session you could call it,
Watching you die,
Cleansing feelings,
Happy thoughts,
Watching your final moments, with a final draught.
As you bolt in the back alleys,
Drenched in sweat,
Your running is useless,
As I begin my decent,
Faster and Faster,
Approaching as you run,
I intercept you,
And begin the fun.
I hit you, and hit you,
And hit you a bit more,
I move to sharper objects,
As you hit the floor,
Your eyes wide with panic,
And mine with pleasure,
I step my game up a notch,
As I add each slash at my leisure.
When I deem you worthy,
I'll end your suffering,
But until then,
You're my plaything,
Each game a bit more painful,
The limit,
My Imagination.
The look in your eyes,
Priceless.
The fear moving to terror,
Amazing.
The pain your feeling,
Orgasmic.
As I finish,
I'll leave with a tip of my hat,
Back into the night's empty,
Black.
Author notes
It just came to me.
Written July 19th, 2006
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incredibly powerful...imagery is good! a little scary...are 'you' a metophor for somehting or someone doing causing this pain to you? sorry im just a naturally nquisitive person and like to understand things... :-) great write!
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very cool. it's like a killer or a vampire decribing how they hunt/kill.
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wonderful
I love it TJ.
It’s like a movie, with a killer. You can feel the pleasure you describe from giving this person pain. Very descriptive.
Wonderful job.
-Mia
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Haha, it sounds like something you'd see in a TV show..
I like it. Very descriptive, like I'm right there watching. Great job!
- Aaron -
wow i love it alot Tj..
Lex<333
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