The body, it lay
the hand, it rose
the blood, it dripped
the knife, it craved
The hand, it gripped the knife
The eyes, they saw the sight
The mouth, it screamed from fright
the knife, it made no strife
to take another life....
The person lay on the floor
The knife was coming for more
Its edge gleamed in the light
His mind bowed at its might....
His mind played a game
It asked a question lame
How can I cause more pain?
HOW can I cause more pain??
The knife, it cut the chest
The man, he writhed much more
The blood, it did not rest
The eyes, they gleamed at the gore
at the thick blood on the floor....
The pain ripped his mind, apart
The pain stripped him from his thoughts
The pain drained feelings from his heart
The pain got what it sought.....
He watched blood from the knife, drip
He raised it up and took a sip
He tasted not the blood of the victim
He tasted the pain, his propounded dictum...