I'll pick this knife up gently
And caress it lovingly
And summon you into my home
With hopes beguilingly
A promise that lasts forever
Or at least until you die
The smirk that rides along my face;
The twinkle in your eye.
The floor shall invite your attire
So true unto your word
And with your flesh standing free
A spoken thought occured.
A slip of my candid tongue
Your twinkle turns to fright
You turn, you run, you hide away
You beg with solumn plight.
But your will is weak, mine not so,
Succumb to your master's blade!
This act I am performing,
A murderer's crusade.
The air is still, the night is warm
There's silence all around.
Your small mistake, a costly one,
Not knowing one renowned.
And as I kiss you softly,
You body runs a chill.
This eve it was a great one,
Filled with fulfilling thrill.
~ Aemo 22/02/09 ~