Stabbing You

God it feels so good.
To clutch this knife in my hand,
This powerful weapon of destruction.
I can feel all my energy pouring into it,
Lighting it from within,
Bursting it into my best friend.
Its blade was silver and edged with little teeth,
Ready to be plunged into someones back.

I ran around the building, looking for you.
I knew you were around, I could feel your aura.
It pulsed with nothing I could describe,
But I knew it was you.

Your heart started pounding when you heard my pounding feet.
I quickly stopped, and slowed my pace.
I tiptoed around the corner, and saw you.
I leaned back against the wall,
And made my steady decent toward you.

You were so beautiful.
Whatever you were wearing hugged you just right,
And fit every part that mattered.
I longed to run my hands over your broad shoulders,
But would never build up enough courage.
I knew your steps anywhere,
The walk you did down the hallway.

I still slowly stepped,
And came up right behind you.
Feeling my body,
You whirled around.
You didnt look at me with surprise,
Like I had hoped you would.
You simply stared at me,
With curiousity-
And hunger.
Yes, a hunger was in your eyes,
One that scared me and I didnt understand.
I had seen it before and ran away.
But your motives made me weak,
And I had to explore.

It was so unusual, this exploring.
The knife was still in my hand,
But we were sharing thoughts.
It was like we had a small wire between our brain,
And we could see each others emotions.
It was too overwhelming, and I didnt know
How to react.
The feelings were taking over,
And I must make it stop.

I exploded my knife into your heart.
You were terrified,
But also happy,
Because we were still connected.
I took it out, and moved again to your lungs.
Slashing and scrutinizing your organs.
One-by-one.

By the time I was done
You were nothing left to know.
Your intestines spewed out all over the floor,
Still moving in protest.
Your brain a pile of meat,
Waiting to be baked in the sun.
The only thing I spared was your eyes.

The color still unclear to me,
Its hazel dark complex.
I sat amoung you,
And stared into your eyes.
They were soft in my hands,
And I wondered why their depth wasnt gone.
I could still see into your soul,
A soul I couldnt stand,
But wanted to hold and squeeze.
Who were you?

I pocketed your eyes,
And stood up.
I felt no remorse for what I had done.
The knife went straight into your back,
Just like I had imagined.
The blood had petaled across your built body,
And dripped onto the floor like rain drops.
But I did keep your soul.
That, I had not stabbed.

So I walk away from your body,
And kept your soul with mine,
Until, I too, was confined to a grave of my own.