I wonder if he knew he was going to die tonight
 
if he knew why didn't he put up a fight?
 
why make it easy to hide his body faster by taking a shower
 
why did he get in the car and not run till his last hour?
 
why not wimper and beg for his life?
 
why didn't he scream when I stabbed him with the knife?
 
did he prepare for this moment or was he in shock?
 
I punched and slashed, screamed a inch from his face and
mocked
 
I spit his own blood in his face as I tell him he's going to
die
 
relentlessly stubborn he sits and stares me right in the
eyes
 
you mother****!! how dare you not fear me?
 
i'll sew your eyes up so you can't see!
 
take a baseball bat to every inch of you till your pride
flees
 
and yet as I scream these things you still stare at me.
 
some thing is not right here
 
did you know you were going to die tonight?