I Thought About Killing You Pt 2

I've thought about killing you,and i still do all the time, daily my hatred for you grows,like mildew on a vine, You don't know what i wont or will do,i feel you,the chill through you're spine, I'm past thinking about it,finishing you off is the weaker test, my patience is running low,lower than where the meters' set, see I'm trying to hit you when you least expect, but finishing you off is easy,there's nothing to boggle my mind or stretch my intellect, I creep up into your room, knife in my right hand, Tiptoeing on the wooden floor,hoping i don't trip over the night stand, The wind gently blows the bed cover from your face, as if to confirm that i am indeed trying to kill the right man, Slowly i raise my blade, Seemingly unfazed, By the mistake that's about to be made, As the daggers' descent begins, and before i bury this steel in you, I forgot,it was nothing but a thought, I thought about killing you