That fateful day

It might have been a Monday, or even a Sunday
Somehwere between the beginning of June and the end of May
The exact date is hard to tell
The day I learnt the true meaning of a demon from hell
He stood casually, not far from me
A common stranger, waiting for the bus
Just like me...

Somehow his smile seemed cold as ice
Fixed and doctored, like a loaded dice
I hadn't see the knife till it was too late
This I charge to the ordinance of fate
Amongst throngs of hurried people
He stole my life
With just a insignificant,little... pocket knife