two phychopaths

i sit there every night to pick up girls, not to have sex with them but to murder them,
you came over to me and started a conversation, to easy
i took you to my hotel, wishing that i didn`t have to kill you
i actually liked you, almost enough to stop me
i pulled my knife out, most scream, beg, cry something
not you, you just stood there, and a grin appeared on your face
then you dropped something i didn`t notice, a knife honed to a razor edge
i realize you had planned to kill me, like the animal i am
i threw my knife to the side and did something i had never done before... done without thinking
i strode foreword quickly and wrapped my arms around you and kissed you
two psychopaths, happy as if nothing ever happend