A killers thought

She walks down with her head so low down she can touch the floor, her eyes controlled the silence in between the hidden walls and I want to be her she’s so exquisite. She hides in the tall grass, I can hear her heart racing. I can smell the fear that sweats throughout her tight nostrils. Her grip is the strength of 100 fire ants that defend their home from killer mocking birds, she screams and my body is hit with a wave of relief. The blood battles down to my heart as it feeds my inner demon, thoughts conquer through my skull like a schizophrenic episode waiting to abrupt until all flames and feelings are extinguished, I’m cold. Like a lucid dream as he wraps his hands around the innocence and watches every bit off air die off like a Gazelle who hides from certain death while her hunter waits for the perfect moments to strike. Barb wire cuts my hands whilst I try to escape what holds me back. The rope swings back and forwards on the time of a clock hand that waits for the screams which such as echo in and out his soul to become silenced, a dove soars with peace and release until its shot downs and its put back miles away from its true calling. The body hits the ground and all you hear is its limb frame sing to you and calms your hallow heart. Water fills up my lungs until I can’t breathe and soon I’m burning, like I have no exit to the hell that’s calling me. Electricity fills my veins until all darkness in for filled. I am at peace with my true feelings they were sworn upon, questioned and concerned but to me, to me. They were a sign of hope that I wasn’t like everyone else. To death do me apart my mind will be forever be filled with the killers thought.