I bring the knife down upon your broken body,
Slashing and cutting,
The joys of feeling your squirming body still,
Your pain filled cries silence,
As the silver blade flashes again and again into your soft body,
With the approval of the blood-fed moon,
Wild lights dance in my eyes,
A maniacal laughter bubbles from my throat,
Your dead, but not yet dead enough,
Filling the earth with bits of broken bone,
Such a wonderful delight to hear it snap and break,
Sirens scream into the night,
I'll still be here hacking away when they arrive,
Drenched in your blood,
And unable to stop.
