The Ripper

The Ripper 

"I'm in love with you."

The start of my death.

Those five words uttered from my lips

set forth a demonic like reaction.

He stood before me, eyes darkened

to the blackest of black.

Like mini orbs of the River Styx.

The hands that once caressed my flesh

so lovingly, now maliciously

tore through my chest to rip my heart out.

With a grotesque smile and haunting laugh,

he cherished the scene of my torture.
My heart in his hand.
Then dropped it to the floor, just outta my reach.

Paralyzed by the sudden agony.

Air violently sucked from my lungs the flavor of warm, metallic blood trickling from my lips.

My body drops to the floor.

His action, so cold, so nefarious,

so automatic. 

Practically Pavlovian to the words

I dared to express.

One question managed to escape my blood covered lips.

"Why?"

Ears ringing with the most diabolical answer.

"Cause I could."