Hopeless and Alone

I’ve done it so many times in my head,

I stood over a countless of imaginary dead,

but this was real,

it had just the right feel,

and it was the perfect night,

I held her tight,

so she wouldn’t get free,

and that’s when I felt the thrill

of the kill rising in me,

I was in total command,

as I felt her neck shift in my hand,

she struggled as if she could accomplish

being free of my hold,

she gasped, and her body went cold,

I wanted to stop,

but the evil thoughts in my head would pop,

as it urged me on,

then I slowly set her on the street,

her blood slowly draining at my feet,

her spirit was an odd illusion,

caught up in the confusion,

then it would ripple suddenly in the wind,

she was a woman living on her own,

lonely,

and she died hopeless and alone.