The Stalker.

I steal through the shadows,
A far away siren,
Pierces through the darkness of the night,
A typical October evening,
Thick dark clouds lay in the vast night sky above,
The smell of a distant burnt out veichle,
Fill the air with a morbid smell,
I taste the cold fumed breeze,
Leaving a bitter taste upon my tongue,
I slink silently in the night,
Searching for my prey.
The b**tard appears,
In the under-cast of the dim orange streetlight,
He struts along the dark street,
His upper-class shoes,
Tapping as he wanders through the night,
Unknowing he's being stalked.
I make my way silently toward my prey,
Blood rushes,
Pounding in my ears,
Closer and closer,
I can hear his casual breathing in the wind,
Shadowing his footsteps,
Minding the orange glow,
I reach into my jacket pocket,
Producing my reliable weapon,
Pushing the cold steel against my chest,
I cock the gun,
Muffling the sound of the 'click' with my jacket,
Screwing the silencer attachment,
I steal closer and closer,
I am one step behind,
Copycatting my preys footsteps,
I breath warm sweet breath upon his neck,
Then slink into the shadows,
He turns back
Appearing in front of him,
I wait for his head to return,
As it does,
I raise the metal barrel to his head,
his gasps,
I pull the trigger ............