Born To Kill-Snapping...

Frequently and sneakily I secretly hit her room...
Determined like hungry vermin to make it her tomb.
Hovering over her covering, she's asleep in sheets...
Still in slumber as I lumber yearning to crawl beneath.
Flaxen hair over skin so fair flutters with tiny breaths...
Takes in air while unaware that I gaze upon her breasts.
Pressure builds as the thrill of the kill beckons my brain...
My habitual ritual concludes, I succumb to going insane.
I've gazed at this whore before, prior to snapping...
Entered her door cuz I adored just seeing her napping.
But no more containing the raining of impulses in my head...
Obsession defeats suppression as I crawl into her bed.
Gently, oh so gently...I cozy up beside...
Knowing very soon, I'll be the reason she just died.
Her tiny nose wrinkles as it detects my foreign scent...
Her porcelain brow furrows as subconcious comprehends.
Eyelashes flutter, then ocean eyes open with a start...
The tranquil blue turns to ice as fear freezes her heart.
Before any reaction I take action, hand over mouth...
Her scream of terror cut off by flesh before it get's out.
Ice eyes locked on my deranged ones, a moment of truth...
And backtracking's in the past, forever gone like my youth.
So forward I go towards hell with lunacy leading the way...
And she knows so very well this is a game she has to play.
Away goes my hand, but I'm only greeted with silence...
And she meets every demand, hoping to avoid violence.
Each offense is short lived, but I repeatedly offend...
Till morning begins to break, signaling our time must end.
Slowly I turn her over, and once again press my weight...
Look into her face so she can see every drop of hate.
Weary eyes look back at mine, she's tired and gives up...
"Do with me what you will, I can tell you haven't had enough"
Her eyes close but I beckon them open, one last favor for me...
I need to see the flowing ocean as it becomes the still dead sea.
She grants me this and after one last kiss, I replace my hand...
Then use two fingers to pinch her nose so her lungs can't expand.
She doesn't try to take a breath so quickly surrenders to death...
Watching the beauty of life leave forever left me very impressed.
No sadness, only madness, cuz I've been noticing many others...
That'll replace that beautiful face when I become their last lover.

Guard your women...

-Born To Kill

This is a very well written piece with a fantastic (creepy, but awesome) storyline and wicked imagery. Nice work, BTK.
Maven.