Pure Evil

Ha-Ha-Ha
The laughter thunders
in the air as he
rakes my skin with
claws and knives.

He steps forward
invisible yet, not.
Softly whispering:
"You do not know pain,
my child, oh I have
so much more in store
for you".

His almighty hand
reaches for the scissors
and the hacks and picks
a mind of its own,
thinking--
contemplating what
to use and what
suffering to bring.

His hand hovers lightly
across my face, but then
it wanders, it strays off
its path and quickly pulls
downwards into my chest.

I scream in pain and
unendurable agony as
the almighty hand grabs
and crushes my heart.
I wonder why I am not dead,
how I can possibly be alive.

Ha-Ha-Ha
The laughter thunders
again, as the hand
moves towards its next
tool.