as we fall

catch me if you can

shoot me,
stab me,
make me feel

on the run,
but i ain't afraid,
i'm running towards
you, trouble

nobody's gonna find
me,
i'm running,
fast,
hidden in the
shadows

the pistol is my
pencil,
carving out speeches
and stories,
through the blood trails
arcing gracefully
through the air

didn't leave a mark,
nothing left behind,
never gonna find me;
i love to watch you struggle,
last breath leaving
your shuddering body,
i push your head into the ground,
try and find me

cheshire-cat smile
graces the darkness,
beautiful,
haunting,
all teeth,

sleep with one eye
open

................................
dedicated to DRS
<3

ok i'm not actually a serial killer. this poem is a dramatic representation of a darker side
(i've been listening to REALLY creepy music lately)