it’s freezing outside now.   it’s crowded, it’s loud as hell in here.   my mission; to kill her.   yhe incision... it will hurt.   i’m staring. stop staring.   she’s wearing my favorite shirt.      go for it. before she sees me.   she’s got that sweater on.   the leaves like feathers are   falling from the trees,   and I don’t want to kiss you anyway.      she’s got those eyes that I’ve been looking for.    who is that guy that seems to be gaurding her?   he’s up in that tier, and the chandelier   is going to fall on her if he takes his eyes off her.   i’ve got the shot,    I know I should,   but it’s so hard,   you look so good.      go for it. before she kills me.   she’s got that sweater on.    confetti feathers are    falling on fake trees.   I don’t want to kiss you anyway.      she’s stunning in that elegant costume.   i’m on her tail I break a sweat I wasn’t supposed to have regrets.    i’ll pinch him, pinch her, and then run.    i’m standing under the tier that he’s on.   pull the hammer with my thumb.   the masquerade is scattering,   i’m making sure I stay behind her she’s the one with wings.   i’m catching up, i’m getting close,   i’m making sure she’s dead    from her head down to her toes.      run for it.    if she cries than i’m not giving in,   but what if I choke?   what if I don’t?   what if my cigarette won’t smoke?   what if she says that she’s in love with me?      she’s got that sweater on,   she stops and turns around,   falling to the ground,   she asks me not to kill her,   i’m leaning down to kiss her,   she’s asking me to hold her,   how did she pull my trigger???      falling to the ground,    I didn’t want to kiss you anyway.      she’s running,   i’m bleeding,   her costume was tearing,   I finally stop staring.