A shadow who stalks the prey
A prey whose to weak and feeble
A timing of an attack
Will be unexpected
How much blood will be lost
Or will it be none shed
A quick death, painful death
What drove this person to do this?
Was it anger, depression, jealousy
Or perhaps it was not a killer
But maybe it was the person themselves
Who did this deed
There are many ways to die
Many ways to live
Some die quicker deaths
Some die more painful deaths
A knife is used for a life or its used for the exact opposite
Madness can be served in many ways
To free the soul from going insane
Memories play and play  
All are shattered fragments of life
Put them together and my life will be lived again
But if one shard falls all fall
As I accidentally cut myself with the glass
The river of blood flows ever where
There is a killer I feel I know
But I do not know if its me
My hands may be stained with blood
I just cant see it
Why do the hell I act like this
Its like the whole world crumbled
And I am living in a false lie
Will it end or will it continue
As I take my last steps I walk into the shadows
But these fragments of light have kept me alive
Otherwise am sure I would've died how that person did