It started with a gentle thought,

A random whisper in my head;

But who'd have guessed what it had brought,

That very soon they'd all be dead.

 

 

I cocked my head and listened hard,

To what the voice would choose to say;

I split the pack and picked a card,

Which told me who should die today.

 

My open eyes stared round about,

As my first prey came into view;

There he stood, so tall and stout,

A sturdy man, who never knew.

 

 

He looked at me and thought me small,

A harmless child, not worth the while;

And yet this girl would make him fall,

And his last scream would make her smile.

 

 

His fingers gently combed my hair,

His lips pressed soft against my skin;

But I knew that he did not care,

This was a game he thought he'd win.

 

 

In to the alley we did turn,

To fool amongst the shadows there;

He tried to teach, but he would learn

The games I play are never fair.

 

 

It made me laugh to see his eyes,

Open wide as truth did dawn;

I had not fallen for his lies,

And now he'd prick upon my thorn.

 

 

The cut was quick, and smooth and clean,

It went so deep and stayed so long;

Slicing right straight through his spleen,

It felt so Right, to do such Wrong.

 

 

The body slumped down on the ground,

I shook my head and could not speak,

It sickened me to think I'd found

A strong man who had turned so weak.

 

 

He pleaded with me then and there,

As if he thought he stood a chance;

But in disgust I just did stare,

At his pathetic, begging stance.

 

 

This man had been brought down so low,

With just one thrust of my small knife;

And now he beseeched me just to show

A little mercy for his life.

 

 

I could not let him suffer on,

Play out a life so plain and dead;

I saw his spark had died and gone,

And now he stayed and simply bled.

 

 

An hour passed, then he grew still,

At last he'd reached a peaceful rest;

My work was done, with that clean kill,

And things had turned out for the best.

 

 

This pitiful creature now was done,

His life extinguished this cold night;

He'd lost life's joy, he'd lost life's fun,

And then he'd died without a fight.

 

 

As he went quiet, the voices stirred,

And began to talk anew;

I realised then that what I'd heard,

Was not my thoughts, and not my view;

 

 

But something else that urged me out,

A creature from another plane;

That told me to go forth and tout

For others who would love my pain.

 

 

And so you see it's not my fault,

That broken bodies line my paths,

Cos deep within my hidden vault,

This creature sits and slowly laughs.