You can run
but you
can't
hide
I
see
everything
I am the shadow
blurring in the dark
I am the eyes
keeping vigil through your window
I am the striking gaze
causing you to glance around
paranoid
Foolish lovely
you left your door
unlocked
knife glint
floorboards creak
door squeaks softly
feet padding on carpet
your silhouette
asleep
in
bed
Wolf smile
mouth watering
teeth glistening
eyes sparkling
You awake when you feel
cold
steel
on your throat
Your eyes widen
flinching
mouth opens
scream
piercing
panicked
desperate
beautiful
"there's no one here to save you now, darling."
your terror and pain is
palpable
flooding my soul with utter
satisfaction
as you squirm under your
restraints
my knife traces your skin in pleasing patterns
leaving crimson fire in its wake
drip
drip
drip
eternity passes
time in a blink
the life drains from your body
and your eyes
exhale
a swift wipe of the knife on the stained carpet
one last predator smile
another hunt
another masterpiece
finally, again, I feel
good
tiptoe
out the door
gloves buried swiftly
back in bed
again
dreaming
of you
of that first
blissful
cut
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC
You can run
but you
can't
hide
I
see
everything
I am the shadow
blurring in the dark
I am the eyes
keeping vigil through your window
I am the striking gaze
causing you to glance around
paranoid
Foolish lovely
you left your door
unlocked
knife glint
floorboards creak
door squeaks softly
feet padding on carpet
your silhouette
asleep
in
bed
Wolf smile
mouth watering
teeth glistening
eyes sparkling
You awake when you feel
cold
steel
on your throat
Your eyes widen
flinching
mouth opens
scream
piercing
panicked
desperate
beautiful
"there's no one here to save you now, darling."
your terror and pain is
palpable
flooding my soul with utter
satisfaction
as you squirm under your
restraints
my knife traces your skin in pleasing patterns
leaving crimson fire in its wake
drip
drip
drip
eternity passes
time in a blink
the life drains from your body
and your eyes
exhale
a swift wipe of the knife on the stained carpet
one last predator smile
another hunt
another masterpiece
finally, again, I feel
good
tiptoe
out the door
gloves buried swiftly
back in bed
again
dreaming
of you
of that first
blissful
cut
POV of a serial killer- I read too many thrillers
Sorry if it's a little gory
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