I stand there knife in hand, with the stench of death in the air.
I stand there with my victim laid faced down blooded on the floor.
I do not shake, I did not hesitate, I just stand there with knife in hand.
I walk away with out a trace of blood on me, I leave without a guilty thought in my head.
The world justs run pass me unaware that I have just comited murder.
I stand there with knife .