Whispering in the sunlight...
                  I see the moon light cascade over my facial features
                      I lay awake forgiving my foreboding task

                                 I must kill...

                             What must I kill you may ask?
                               Time... That is my task...
                                Wait for the next time 

                      I may get too see the eyes looking into mine.
                             Holding on till your hands caress my face...
                                         Needing your hand in mine once more.

                             Even so, The inevitable is...
							       
                                 I must kill...

                      Until I can feel your warmth within my grasp.

                             Hear the beating of your heart.
                      The rhythm your breath makes when words form...

                      From those beautiful lips...
                              And still I hear it, See it's face...

                          Telling me...
                                  Mocking me...

               But I do not get offended by the laughter of the offender
                         Showing me it will be long before you arrive again...

                           Because they are like music...

                                A sonet of murder.

                   Because every click of that infernal clock.
                              Every motion it makes.

                  Tells me we are moments closer to the point.
                  
				     That point when I will have too kill no more.

                                     2004