I saw you leave the house that day,
Crimson stained fingers
And guilty features,
Trying to blend in to normality.
I followed you home,
And watched your moves,
Biding my time to
Steady my thoughts.
You took my chance,
Stole from me my right,
My reason for living.
Now you must pay.
Your victim was mine;
She was not yours to finish.
Mine to watch fade away;
Such pleasure.
But you snuffed her out,
And ruined my plans,
So now you must pay,
And be ready for death.
You won’t see me coming,
Quick as a flash.
I’ll delight in your fear
As my hands clasp your throat.
And once you are gone,
I’ll claim what you finished;
Your victim now mine,
To add to my list.