I sharpen my knife

It’s dull from the one before you

My matches are packed

Extra wood for a bonfire

 

The jute rope is shedding

Making it very hard 

to hide the evidence

Wrapping around your body

 

I cleaned out my trunk

You’d look nice inside

Maybe we can play hide and seek

I can help you 

 

My bags are packed

I’m ready to go

I’ll come get you 

when you least expect it

 

I’ll lead you down a new path

One filled with excitement

Mainly for me but

You’ll have some sort of adrenaline rush

 

With no fingerprints 

Only ash 

I leave nothing behind

Not even the memory of you