Thoughts of Murder

Sitting still on a cold night
Wondering who will be next
Watching as people walk by

Loving couples all around
It disgusts me
Why should they be happy

As I look for my prey
I spot a young man
Perfectly delightful

He is going to die tonight
He does not see me coming
I follow in the shadows

Lurking behind him
Watching his every step
He stops at a house

As he rings the bell
A young girl walks out
Shivers run down my spine

Two for one, I see
This is going to be fun
Lets get it started

They stop at a bench
Sitting and holding hands
What pathetic humans

I take the knife out of my pocket
I slowly make my way toward them
Here we go, the show of a life time

I walk behind the girl and slit her throat
The boy sits, shocked
Damn, he ruined the chase

I turn to him and pull out the sting
Wrapping it around his neck
Nice and tight, perfect

He starts to plead
Oh I love this part
Crying over his lost lover

He looks up at me
He sees no mercy
When he looks in my eyes

Only pain and suffering
Too bad for him
If only he helped me when he could

But no, I am just the ex-girlfriend
Oh well, too late
He is dead, as I am smiling

Oh these thoughts of murder
Make it so much fun
Lets do it again