Breathe in. Oh wait you cant !
How does it feel?
My hands around your neck .
Squeezing tightly, ever so tightly.
The straining of your lungs , the spittle dripping from your sweet mouth.
Is it not euphoric, do you not feel the passion coming from with in?
Wait.
Shhh...
What is that ?
A whimper ?…Why?
Why show weakness at a time like this?
Struggle not dearest , for I will have my way soon .
I will see the look,
I will see the darkness as it falls across your eyes as they glaze over.
And to think, once that is done. You are free.
Free from the pain, free from the torment.
That is one feeling I will admire from you.
You will be perfect.
Never again feeling the wrongness.
Never hurting….
Just free…
