Naked as I stand at the window staring into darkness.
Alone, waiting, while sand slips oh so slowly through the hourglass.
The coming night is near, shadows playing darkly, a hollow wind, keening and savage, cuts through the air, with the promise of death upon it's breath.
I hear it's cry within in my head, it calls to me.
It wants something, but what? Maybe her, it's as hungry as I am, good.
Feeling the low insisting pulse, I peer through the mirror at my own reflection, looking deep within.
Window panes glazed in ice, frosted with blowing wind.
Naked branches of lonely trees rattle and dance, like skeletal arms raised in supplication to the heavens, as if god were interested.
I feel the urge to embrace her, to ravish her, the cold tempts me to languish in the caress of frigid gusts upon my skin.
But it is too soon, I won't and can not fall victim to that easy enticement, the timing isn't right, not yet.
I have to be patient, because she will come, unfailing and without any inkling as to her fate, she is drawing near.
I feel it and it has to be perfect, come on I think to myself, and feel the sensual twitch deep inside at the mere thought of her.
The knowledge that she will soon appear causes my blood to race, my mind to fire with images of what's to come, I can almost taste her, feel the texture of her skin as she quivers at my touch.
In my mind's eye I watch her pupils dilate until her eyes are nearly black with fear and a dark unwelcome desire. I will give her what she wants.....what she fears.
Her last conscious thoughts will be of me, but not yet I have to hold back, tamping down my vibrant, exhilarating fantasies, I will decide to savor them later.
"Killer" the word tastes bitter, as dose "Psycho".
Because the things I Scheme are not crimes, not just some kind of psychotic whim, but a necessity.
A calling, however there are those unenlightened who could never understand, or con-screw, what I am and long to be .
So misunderstood, I say without conviction as she lies in my embrace "Sweet Dreams" as I force the others into a panic mode , creating a kind of hell-bent pandemonium, now that is a sweet succulent drug, one I would enjoy, one I would engorge myself in...........
