The blade runs down,
Silken skin opened.
Deep red seeps out,
I throw my head back in laughter.
The screaming is louder now,
All I can hear is the echoes of deranged voices.
I draw back my knife,
Their eyes peered back.
So vulnerable,
Easy and quick.
Paleness adorned them,
Nothing more.
Veins pulsating,
Tears drying.
Then the dreaded silence.
How I longed for prolonged pain,
Terror to engulf my victims body.
But now just silence.
I needed more.
