Cold and Emotionless
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!
They say that I'm evil.
That I'm cruel, cold,
And without any emotion.
They don't know me;
No one does.
Dark brown hair falls into my chilly blue eyes;
I'm creepy—unnerving.
I carefully stalk my prey with well-trained eyes.
I move with the shadows;
No one can see me in the darkness.
I blend in with the crowd,
My rumpled business suit disguising me.
I listen to their boring conversations
And I try not to yawn in disgust;
Their mundane lives don't interest me.
She is all that matters.
Cutting across the crowd,
Reddish-brown hair shinning under the florescent lights,
She runs towards the counter.
Another passenger on this delayed flight.
I pat the wallet in my hip pocket;
My ticket to a well-earned vacation.
The initials match my own
But the meaning is deeper to her.
My name is play on words;
It changes with each job.
I'm a chameleon.
Except with each change
My emotions become harder to control.
I can't lose tonight;
I never lose.
She will comply or else;
Never again will I feel any emotion.
There's no room for mistakes,
Emotions—love or lust—life.
I must remain cold
In order to save my pathetic skin.
It's only a job
Yet it is my entire life.
Without it,
I have no purpose.
Without it,
I'm just a run-of-the-mill psycho.
With it,
I have a purpose.
With it,
I stand a chance at life;
A chance denied by a cruel twist of fate.
No one must ever know
How I truly feel.
To them I must remain evil;
A cold-hearted bastard.
Call me names,
'Cause I don't really care.
No emotion must show.
I have a job to do.
It's my life or hers;
A shinning blade will claim a life tonight.
Taking a deep breathe,
I approach her
Beginning the deadly dance of fate;
Destiny as it should be.
No one will walk away unharmed.
Killing her will claim my soul;
The soul that people claim doesn't exist.
Tonight will tell the truth.
Author's Notes:
Another try at a poem for my class. This one I did turn in for my workshop this week. It's from Jackson's POV pre-flight. Enjoy!