Pointless Drabbles

Drabble V

I walk into the empty palor and there he is....

Sitting upon the stool with dangling arms..it's funny how the ray of soft moonlight creates him to appear innocent, sweet almost childlike. Yet I know better to think so...his mass of wild curls act like sharp thorns in the silhouette painted against the wall. His wide clear eyes don't fool me. I can smell the iron scent of blood covering the wooden floor. I can see the blood coated knife which lay tightly gripped in his hands.....his pale flesh and soft lips don't fool me.

His smile never once touched my heart.