Killing

Plunging the knife
Deep
into his breast.
Raising it to the
Sky
to bring it down again.
This I do, over and
Over
until his body is no more.
On I move to her room,
Silently
creeping over to her bedside.
Taping her down before she starts
Moving
to get away from my wrath.
I lift the knife whith that boy-
Creatures
blood covering the blade.
Slicing her throat last
In
my mind, first comes torture.
On I move to find the Bastard,
The
one who made me this way.
On I lead him into the dark
Woods
the trap I laid for him.
There he lays, Six feet
Below
my very feet.
My work is done for now.