The Serial Killer

you're lurking in the shadows
memorizing the outline of her face
you get ready to make a move
as you watch the water that her fingers trace

you're painting a pretty picture
of her inside your mind
a bullet hole through her skull
will make her look real refined

then when the red blood hits the water
you'll quickly leave your prey
waiting in the dark shadows
for night to turn into day

as you watch her frantic father
come discover her broken body
you'll plot inside your head
ways to say, "It wasn't me!"

you'll see them carry her on the stretcher
as you try to slip away
the police notice you rustling
and now all you can do is pray

your head starts spinning
then someone shouts
you fall to the ground
and the lights go out

you wake up in a cell
with blood still on your hands
you think about how this detour
wasn't part of your plans

the stragner wasn't worth it
is your bitter realization
self pity overcomes you
and you're filled with devastation

you can still see the pretty girl
inside your mind
her hair flowing like golden water
her lips a red, red wine

her skin as white as snow
her eyes glimmering like the sea
her sweet anglellic voice as
she cried out, "What are you doing to me?"