Thin blade held in my grasp
My enemy so very close
In my insanity I could

Drive this very blade through his very heart
It would bring great satisfaction
Seeing him try to find his last breathe

As his body gives in
And his warm blood covering my hands
Or I could finish him quick

This would get such a great treat
Imagining and finding out how strong I am
So many choices which to choose

I also have learned how sick and twisted
My mind can be
And how creative in the process

Can I go through with this?
Or crumble like the coward
He believes I am

I can feel my heart now
I must make a choice
Weather or not to please my sick mind

Or for once in my life be compassionate
For a fellows man life

So many toughts passing threw my head
I made my choice
.I will let him
..
...
.....
......Die