Last

As I sit here
Waiting in their home
I can still feel the fear
Of my last victim

I cross my legs over
I hear the purr
They need a 4-leaf clover
As they pull in

My hands itch and shake
At the coming excitement
My vision begins to quake
Their lives are at their end

As they step indoors
I stand to greet them
My claws on all fours
I lean back and down, ready

As the light flickers to life
I attack with inhuman speed
I hold my claws to one's wife
They all freeze in what I know all to well

I stand and walk by the majority
To lock the door and step back
My target locked on the Minority
My hands itching to draw blood

I grip the target's throat slowly
I feel the pulse and want it more
I watch it hungrily
I soon want it to stop

I listen to my inner demon
Waiting for its everlasting command
I watch until I hear, "Kill the man."
I instantly spill his life onto the white carpet at my feet.

I listen to the chorus of screams
Smiling sweetly to myself
Its just like in my dreams
Only this time I can taste my reward

I feel my hunger grow
I feel my fangs extend
My body lost control
I killed swiftly

Until I came to the last
The wife
I thought, 'I'm not going to kill her fast.'
I leaned in to look into her terror-saddened eyes

I saw myself and what I had caused
What is this feeling?
Why I'm I said and wishing I hadn't done this
She opened her mouth and whispered, "Guilt works fast in some."

I lashed out in rage
I took her heart in hand
I look at the lock of my future cage
The red sweet dripping accusingly onto the floor

I sit back down and wait
I listen for the cars
I think about my fate
My thought are cut short

They burst in the door
I close my eyes
As they examine the scene on the floor
Oblivious to me

They pack up and leave
I wonder in confusion
I listen to my heart heave
Why hadn't they noticed me

I stared forward to a blood stained wall
I looked at my hands still covered in blood
I knew my fate, that I would fall
But why hadn't those officers carried it out

I listened and I waited
I grew more and more insane
My breathing grated
I don't know what would happen now

I finally understood
When a car pulled up
A man in a white hood
Stood in front of me

I stood up and looked down at him
He motioned for the door
I obliged and walked out
Out of my last free home

I now sit in a room
With white walls and plastic furniture
Bloodied hand prints cover every surface
My blood stained white coat

I sit here waiting
For the final judgment to be past
I slowly step towards madness
I long for each second the passes

To be my LAST