My suicidal cure (part 3)

From the shadows

Lurking in darkness,

Passively I view the scene...

Watch as police pour over the house.

Mere mice mawling my mayhem,

Searching my works,

Sifting through my carefully laid plan.

My mouth curls in a sneer,

As one seperates from the herd,

Stands watching,

Doubting,

Disbelieving what he views.

Children, still...hopefully...innocent,

Walk on by,

Ignorant to adults nightmares,

Within meters of living one.

Ah, my master piece,

Covered in virgin white,

Wheeled out by two escorts,

Like a father my breast swells in pride.

Spot the cop sullenly watch...

Is that determination I see?

Why yes!

The game is a foot!

He sees my work for what it is.

Murder!

Oh joy!

I will lead him on a road of hell,

With no off ramp on which to flee.

Either he or I will win...

One of us will be free,

From the demons we harbour within.

He goes back in, but for awhile,

But emerges quickly.

My heart skips a beat,

In his hand he holds...

A lone red carnation...

My card.

Smiling broad,

I retreat deeper into the darkness,

To make my way home unseen.

I shall let sleep take me now,

Her peaceful embrace,

Will let my beast rest,

So he will be fresh for the next hunt.