I wonder what you say when you see the bloody sight
I hear your breath hitch, as light touchs my bleached face
I see you take a step back, challenging to a race
I want to hear your screams, Acting as a fuel for me.
I am a cold-blooded killer, who stalks through the night -
I pretend it didn't happen, that I let my prey away
I feel my hoodie rip, and Jane pulled me away
I touch the wall for balance, then I feel the fist hit
I worry for my life when she delivers a strong kick
I cry when she leaves, feeling nothing for me.
I am a cold-blooded killer, who stalks in the night -
I understand your pain, you stared at your death.
But I want you to know that ill let you have another breath
I dream that we're together, but its not as it seems
I try to imagine you with your blood in the banket seams
I hope that it will end, as I bring up the knife
I am still the cold-blooded killer, who stalks through the night
(A/N)-
I had to do this poem stuff for a project at School and it came out kinda ok so I decided to whack it on here.
Sorry if it looks sorta choppy but I tried my best. I might do a recording of this and post it on my Youtube or TinDeck
