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Spare me

There's a wide smile across his face.
It touches from ear to ear.
His green eyes seem to glow red in the dark of the night
and his black pupils are huge from the drugs he injects into his blood.

My own blood
It was about to be splattered upon the cold wet ground of this alley.
I can't do a thing
But cowar back in fear
And hope for him to spare me.
I just wish he would do ANYTHING but this.

He reaches in his back pocket and I suck in a sharp breath.
He pulls out something angular
and it doesn't look like a gun.
It looks like a knife.

It's not a butcher knife
Or a pocket knife at that.
It's only a meer boning knife
That's stained with blood and tears.
I feel the hot steaming tears.
The waterworks are coming
They're welling up in my eyes.
I say my last prayers
And say goodbye to my life.

The man stalks closer and brings the knife up to my neck.
He presses the sharp edge to the skin of my throat
and smiles a wicked demented grin.
His face is painted with satisfaction
Mine soon to be painted with anguish and death.
Spare me please
Oh spare me please.
It's all I'm asking.
Just spare me please.