Murder.

An art; a masterpiece; a technique.
to shoot.
to slice.
to kill the right way.
A passion for the screams of horror, from the pain put upon them.

The blood as crimson as red wine quickly escaping from you, then down through the cracks of the floorboards.

I'll cover your mouth so you won't make a sound.
I'll wipe away your tears of pain.
The blade smoothly cutting deep into your throat.
The red wine building up from the pressure; then sliding down your moon lit skin..

I'll touch your face gentle to take away the sweat.
Look into your bloodshot eyes.
Kiss you on your lifeless mouth,
Wait until you try and snap to breathe; yet you fail.

I'll stand up and leave a vibrantly bloomed rose upon your corpse to match the flowing blood.
And walk out that room with a smile of delight across my face.

Maybe now you know what it's like to lose everything and not being able to breathe..
Oh- what a murder.