Silently I creep <br />in the darkness <br />to my intended goal. <br />I feel the tingling forces <br />as they guide me movements. <br />I hear their whispers <br />that encourage this deception. <br />My mind is turning somersaults <br />as well as my stomach. <br />The knife in my hand catches the light <br />for a brief second, but it's all that I need. <br />They've spotted me. <br />Their giddiness and laughter stop <br />as the stare into me wild eyes <br />They try to run but it is much too late. <br />I cut one down the others turn to beg for mercy <br />but I hear nothing that bends my will <br />I stoop to whisper that it never had to be this way. <br />I get up and strut away leaving two bloodied bodies lying in the street. <br />I hear the screams, I hear the sobs <br />but my cold heart only smiles <br />as they try to figure out where the killer has gone <br />but where am I? <br />I'm standing amongst the onlookers stifling my laughter a <br />at the stupidity and absurdity of how no one notices <br />the bloody knife in my hand as I turn and walk away.<br /><br />Krazy Rae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-away-with-murder-2/
