Bloody Hands

There's a knife in my hands,
you are running and screaming.
I follow you in amusment,
you are not dreaming.

You trip and fall and can't get up,
I laugh at you as I stare.
I come towards you and you scoot back,
do you really think I care?

You scream for help,
but no one can hear you.
Even if someone could hear,
what would they do?

I raise my hand,
the one with the knife.
I stab you in the chest,
To take your life.

Crimson blood surrounds you,
your motionless body so cold.
There's blood all over my hands,
and the knife that I hold.

I smile with pleasure,
My job is now done.
You can't hurt me anymore,
I finally won...

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