The Hitman.

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?