Contemplating crimes in a Technicolor dream <br />Every image, calculating and severe <br />No reservations at this perfect time <br />Homicidal tendencies break me out of the mold <br /> <br />Switchblades and cigarettes <br />Fidgeting in moonlight as I sit and wait <br />Inhale one last time <br />Then step into a streetlight <br /> <br />Move fast, assault before she screams <br />Struggle in my grasp, hand over mouth <br />Knife connects to abdomen, twenty-seven times <br />Before she dies, with not even one goodbye <br /> <br />Abandon the body, untouched <br />Apart from bloody hands on paling lips <br />Her mouth is just too perfect <br />Too soft to be real, as always I’m gentle <br /> <br />I take the greatest treasures <br />In my mind I did nothing wrong <br />Repeat it over and over again <br />I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong <br /> <br />Her death doesn’t matter to anyone but me <br />I’m the only one who cherishes her <br />She isn’t anyone’s lover, sister, or niece <br />She belongs to me and only me <br /> <br />Walking up the street, my shoes squeaking <br />Running a hand through my hair <br />Convincing myself while the moon is still high <br />Planning for another sleepless night<br /><br />Courtney Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/101-ways-to-make-you-squirm-revised/
