Perfect aim

As the flames flare in his eyes
he can smell the terror in their soul
as their eye's pass over his
they see the death's connected to him
and they feel the sin's he has committed
he has no emotion
he has no remorse

when he walks over
and he closed the gap
he See's nothing but darkness
his glance turns to glare
as he fills with hatred
he See's the filth he has become
but he can't stop it , he enjoys it too much

he pulls a rope from his bag
starts to tie his victim
then pulls out his weapon
and shows his victim
he smiles when he See's a new fear fill their eye's
he takes several steps back
lifts his weapon into throwing position

he pauses for a second
thinks of where he wants it to go
he readies him again
and launches the weapon towards his target
as the weapon fly's through the air
his victim eye's widen to an unimaginable width
and then the weapon lodges into the victims throat