No rest for the Wicked……
Tip toe through the blackness
eyes slitted
mouth pursed
stalking your pray
as I stalk you.
Stiletto in hand
you pierce for fun
calling forth evil
calling forth corruption
all with one intent…..
to cause
chaos
to cause
dissolution
to rent free the curtain
allowing mocking
pale faces to peer through
laughing
chortling
maniacal grins sprayed red
ruby red
the color of dripping blood.
Fall to your knees
never beg me
for executioner I have become.
Off with your head
I scream
bludgeoning
slashing
covered in scarlet gore.
Sadness is
I revel in this macabre charade
while the truth remains…..
I am no better than thee.
March 21/19
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay