As I appear you cry in fear,
Blood runs down my cheeks as the tears go,
You want to run but your paralyzed with fear,
As you look into my eyes,
You see nothing, you see death, you see your self floating down a river of blood,
You stand there looking up into eyes of death as I take a hold of my steal sword,
I hold it high above my head and looked down into your tear covered face,
I smile a wicked smile that runs a shiver through your spine,
I swing the sword down, you barely have time to scream as my sharp blade comes in contact with your Neck,
Blood streams every were as your head rolls around on the ground,
I bend down and wipe up some of your blood with my hand and go over to the wall,
I look at your detached head and walk out the door leaving your body in a puddle of red blood,
On the wall right above your body I left a present for a helpless person to stumble upon,
It was written with your blood,
It says blood is way more sweeter when its the blood of the person you use to love.'
