Victims..... Aren't We All
I do not ask
I just sit and watch
mesmerized
watching the blade
go up and down
slashing to and fro
like the tides of time
fluid
graceful
like an angel's wing
constantly in motion
up
and down
to
and fro
never changing
always constant
an extention of his very being
his eyes blazing
silver like steel
deadly as any edge
his vengeance absolute
his judgement exact
I never ask for what crimes these men are being punished
I simply watch
enchanted
blood flowing like streams
touching my toes
warm
soothing
their screams symphonies of sweetness
his battle cries ballads of bewitchment
He knows not that I follow him
knows not that I watch
or perhaps he does
perhaps the artistry with which he maims and murders is meant for me
meant for my pleasure
yet surely he would make me his victim if he knew
how I watched
spellbound
frozen
in darkness
wanting that which I cannot have
wanting to be as close to him as steel to his victim's throat
wanting him to smile that predator's smile
for me
only me
gladly
surely
I would be his victim......