Choose your path.

I am looming over like a shadow, almost non-existent.
To want to touch you but I cannot because you are the Untouchable.
I feel the need to kill, the need strangle, the need to smell... blood.

Can I knock you out dizzy and feel the blood rush to your heart?
Feeling the fear grip you, for you know your time has come?
Perhaps, to choke some sense into you?
And you suddenly panic, thinking why you didn't choose the road to Redemption.

To see the blood drip, drop by drop.
Trickling slowly from the sides of your wrists and mouth.
I would really really... love that.

And you cry, why?
"Why do you do this, my dear daughter?"

"This is to force you to change and to expose you, for what you are, Daddy. Because all you ever were and ever will be, is a Liar."

And you die, slowly with Fear in your eyes, wishing you chose the better path, the righteous path.