I saw his eyes gleaming
They glared out at the world
As if he had unfinished plans
His sails not yet unfurled

His stare was not evil
But also not quite good
The actions of his cloudy past
Determined where he stood

Nothing he did hurt me
I didn’t owe him harm
And still out for him reached my hands
A knife blade in my palm

And when I slit his throat
The color of his eyes
Transformed from black to faded grey
Like rainy autumn skies

That was when I yielded
And knew deep in my heart
That I had become addicted
To watching souls depart