Pad, pad, pad.

Down the corridor I go.

Silent as a mouse, for I can’t wake them up.

Pad, pad, pad.

Mr. Jones, I presume.
Silence now my dear,
They can’t know I'm here.
Don’t you fret sir,
It will all be over soon,
I just have to put that there and add that here.
And all done.

Now to rest sir.

Drip……….. Drip……………Drip………….

My job is done.

Pad, pad, pad.

How are you feeling my darling?
No answer?
Then let’s not delay.
For, my poor little Mary-Kay,
Your Cancer turned terminal this day.
So let me relieve you of your pain,
For you, as the moon must wax and wane.
But no more delays let us begin.
Don’t worry; I shall just insert this needle under your skin.

Drip………… Drip……… Drip…………………

Good night my dear.

Pad, pad, pad.

Mrs. Oldfield how are you today?
Oh my, has your dementia consumed your brain?
Now, don’t you say a word my dear, for I have no reason to believe what I hear.
Do not resist my cure, Madame, for this is the only way to keep you from harm.
Believe me, you shall thank me later for this, for my cure shall send you to eternal bliss.
Yes, just like that, surrender…

No more worries,

No more fears,

You can just call me Angel, my dear…

Drip……………………………………………..

Drip……………………………………………..

Drip……………………………………………..