My Dream

A single knife, piercing through his skin,

fear glinnting in his eyes.

My hand thrusts it into his chest,

a single whimper is all that's heard.

He hits the ground, body limp,

my knife still in his heart.

A twisted grin, upon my lips,

strange satisfaction.

My crimson hand pulls back my hair,

and I revel in my sin.

Guilt begins to blossom in my stomach,

but I quickly out it out.

"He deserved it." I whisper to no one,

even though the world is listening.

And I wake,

sweat pouring down my back.

"He deserved it." I whispered to myself,

knowing it was only a dream.

I hear my name,

footsteps near my door.

I look around for something to use, to make my dream a reality.