I think I may have had too much fun
when I played with your blood
finger painting on the walls
your screams
eventually
murmurs
cries of pain
music I hummed to
while you begged
you plead
I look at you
smile upon my lips
deranged
me
maybe
I think they did once say
tendencies
if not curtailed
brought under control
would wreck havoc
I would be killing
with malicious joy
all those evil bastards
who thought
that all I was
just a little toy.
©June 16/22
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