It was last december,

When I thought about killing you.

In the fading glory of the world,

And the dying light of your glow,

I thought about killing you.

 

I took you through the woods,

We watched the gleaming stars.

I saw the way your amber hair

Glistened in the moonlight.

You were beautiful.

 

But

I thought about killing you.

 

When did we meet?

How long have I been with you?

I crept up towards your youthful heart.

I snuck into your head.

You had no time to react.

 

It was like impulse,

Like it was destined to be.

We were now intertwined

And I decided

To never let you go.

 

So,

I wonder.

Who will break first?

Will I take control of you,

Or will you find the courage to drive me out?

 

You best work in haste

Because

My dear friend,

Today,

and perhaps tomorrow,

I’ll think about killing you.