Killer

Killer

 

she walked into the Café with

a tear in her eye but

a smile on her lips

the waiter poured some coffee

and she looked over at me

 

he sat there

reading a magazine

looking effeminate

he ordered some coffee

and he looked over at me

 

I am not from Mars

I am not special

I am not beautiful

I am not merciful

you don’t need to pity me

you don’t need to look at me

 

she stared at the lipstick marks

on her coffee-cup

and thought about a song

the waiter handed her the bill

she paid, left and took a pill

 

he stared at the lipstick marks

on her coffee-cup

and he thought about a pick-up line

the waiter handed him the bill

he paid, left and realized it was

time to kill

 

I am not from here

I am not living in fear

I am the one who ends your life

No need to worry, I will be quick

I don’t pity you

 

Look at me!

I am the last face you’ll ever see

 

I am your killer