The rain was music to his ears and the thunder was echoed by his heartbeat 

The knife he carried felt light as a feather 

And when he ran his fingers over the blade,  he felt as if he was caressing hie lover's cheek

He could almost picture the old man who looked so much like his father 

His father who had murdered his mother right before his eyes 

He would savour it, he thought

The feeling of running the blade over his neck

Of touching his scarlet blood and looking into those icy blue eyes

The eyes that had always reminded him of his father but would never have life in them now 

I was bored so here. It's Abdul Silver_light97