Dear, Meurtrier

Dear, Meurtrier

I lay here with this knife in my back, never to slither through the dark closets of your mind again.

You're so shallow, you have no worries of guilt creeping up on you, even in the darkness of your worst nightmares.

But you don't understand. You think you're glorious for ending my 'oh so wonderful' life.

But what was so wonderful without you there?

Why did you bother?

You were a phenomenon in my now blank, shadowed eyes.

And I never got the chance to warn you. To warn you that you're next.

For my spirit shall haunt you. And haunt you with a vengeance, it shall.
For it is my turn to kill and I warn you, I am blood thirsty.
Goodbye Dear, Meurtrier.