text: Blood was everywhere. The sea of red was flowing to every corner of the room. Her body was lying there in a pool of itself, the knife standing in her chest, each moment, losing more blood, fighting the pain to breath. The anticipation of death grew and grew. Life was done, over, completed to say the least. I looked directly in her eyes as each breath got slower and weaker. Then suddenly the deep wheezing stopped. At that moment, the urge subsided, the uncertain arose, the ringing stopped, and the silence grew. As I proceeded to the kitchen, I realized, I didn’t even bother to learn “Her” name. Actually, I don’t remember anything up to the point of being in her house. The last thought I could recollect was seeing her at the bar. I don’t know if it was the brown eyes, her straight brown hair, her long legs, or the friendly smile, but I was attracted. That’s all it took, that brief moment of enticement. The pressure began to build, the ringing became loud, my heart beat rose, and the room went black. The next thing I knew, I was straddling her, telling her if she moved, I would make it slow and painful, telling her, there is no hope. She then asked the typical, quite frankly stupid question of, “Why, are you doing this?” and telling me the typical victim lines, “I have a family that loves me, I promise I wont go to the Police.” As if she was magically going to change my mind, she didn’t understand that anything she said or did wasn’t going to help her, I had to kill her, I needed the feel of control, I needed the peace. That feeling of the knife going through the sternum and puncturing the heart, that feeling of life drifting from the veins, it’s indescribable. I pulled out my hanker chief, and proceeded to wipe the room clean of my prints. I put on my hat, gloves, and coat and left. I went back to my normal life, my dead end job, my friends. Both things I hate, My job is tedious and has no meaning, My friends are demanding and intrusive. To be honest, I prefer to be alone, the solitude suppresses my urges. When I have nothing to entice me, I don’t kill. The fact that I don’t need to kill makes me feel almost normal. I wonder if one day, I wont have to kill anymore, when the ringing permanently stops, and the pressure is released from my head. No one knows what I’m doing or who I am, to them I was a normal part of society, and quite frankly I was, I tried to convince myself that I was happy, but I knew the God’s honest truth, that no one is ever happy. The only thing we feel is power, anger, lust, and, revenge. I have one thing that keeps me under control, more like friend who, is there through the thick and thin. I will have this burden for the rest of my life, every day the clock spines and spines until the day it stops. I will always be looking, watching you from a distance, you never know if I’ll hear the ringing, maybe my heart beat will rise, and the pressure will come back. Tick tock, tick tock, I wouldn’t watch the clock, cause all I see is black.