Death of a Stranger
Like a knife crushing through my throat,
And the breath slowly rising above my head, never coming back,
I am silenced by the shock of a death.
The world goes silent, I am silent, and nothing moves.
Death, they say, is powerful and sad.
But I say that death is only a part of the real journey, and it beckons new monsters to be born.
The glory of one soul rising as another descends, sparks anticipation and wonder throughout my bones.
People come and go everyday, so there is no reason for us to be afraid.
Because once one powerful soul is cast down, then we will feel the reign of its evil.
Murderers, serial killers; are all a part of us. No one is safe from the truant reign.
Born deep inside us are killers, just waiting to rear their ugly heads.
The thought of taking another one's life, sends shivers up my body, as others turn their heads in disgust.
"Monster, fiend, murderer!" They all seem to yell at me.
But I just laugh, and except their criticism. It fuels me with the anger to do my bidding. Who, next shall be created?
Should a small soul be sent into a household with no father, and a drug-addicted mother?
Or should someone get bullied so much everyday, that they find the need to kill others?
So many choices and decisions must be cast to make these situations happen.
How joyous our world is, creating these "monsters" and "heathens".
It amuses me to know that these people here, they don't even realize that it's really their bidding.
Until they do, I'll keep going, adding more deaths.
Because even a death of a stranger can affect us all.