The knives lay there, cold and sharp,

Thirsty,

Nearly as thirsty as me,

The code of Harry must be satisfied,

But so must I,

And so very satisfying this will be,

I see my target, swimming,

Like she deserves to feel such normalcy,

As i wait for her to leave i picture the faces,

The small children,

Small faces frozen in eternal fear,

My blood boils as i picture cody's face the same way,

Oh yes, she will be satisfying,

Back pressed to the table,

Face frozen so sad,

The good part is over, but sweet it was,

Each scream she released easing the hunger,

And the faces, slowly smile,

Thanking me for ending her molesting life,

The knife burning so cold as i remove each organ slowly,

Surgically,

I allow her a slow view for each one,

An occasional taste,

The face of the pale boy so much like cody fades,

And at last I give her my greatest gift,

The one her victims regularly gave themselves,

Death.