"Murder"

Heart racing frantically 

The dread of uncertainty

The tears about to flow like a river of melted snow

Sitting left to wait

Not knowing of the date

Your mind running faster than a rabbit

Darting in and out of thoughts

Weaving in and out of each one like a handmade basket

The slow buzzing of the soundless

The fast pump of the heartless

Agonizingly waiting

A slow grin sprawled across their face

Of the soon awaiting pain

The thrill of your blood on their pasty palms

The sharp spreading pain

Its signature written in your flesh

The mess of hot roses on the back of your shirt 

Clinging for life now that yours has turned to dirt

You gasp for breath to find it floating away 

You took it for granted and now you want it more 

Little black flies spread across your vision

A bright lightning flash

Your time now cut short