I sit next to you and you smile awkwardly, not knowing the intentions that simmer within my cerebral cortex, Neurons spark and I smile with devious intentions, I ask you simplistic questions
"So why you here forlorn,
Waiting for those two syllable words "I'm alone,
"No one should be lonesome,
Then walk off to follow you in later moments, I can smell the fear of thoughts that embed on the surrounds. You should nervous, you had me sitting next to you. But wait a minute like Vultures others yearn for that which is singular.
Can they smell the imminent ending of a life, conceding to that moment of who will take this breath. Me, them, you? untold possibilities but only one ending different face but the ending is the same.
I follow like a panther after is prey, I watch from a distance upon my eyes they wonder so contact never gazed upon but my sights are focused on your demise. But one does fly upon the honey then the trap in done.
Gun shots ring out like church bells, then I'm clipped by violent actions. I bleed on tainted tiled floors, But I live to hunt another day.
"Innocence injured in possible cult killers rampage,
But under sedation I see those that could be a next page on my thoughts, to end them not with anger not with words but silence never knowing **"Why,