I am the Killer

I was the one who stepped out farther than ever before. I found myself on the edge both too proud and too afraid to look back. I took the hit; I turned the page(s). Heres where I find myself surrounded. I blind myself; dumbfounded from lack of light and the cautionary voices that are customary to clients in my position. Glance down to the pulse of visceral pain - my leg torn to shreds. Reflecting back through waves of distain and memories, I sift through the void in search of truth. Then, I see the place, that everglade of permanency. You are there; so beautiful, so surreal. Unspeakable words just seem to flow, yet I know that we can never be alone until the second death. And so, unwillingly I lean towards this dangling display of enticement which lies just out of my grasp. I breach the lease and reach for the (new found) object of my affection. Caught up in whirlwind again, I remember setting the trap to catch one foolish enough to touch. Shame on me - and only me; the hunted becomes the prey.