Your flesh sings to me,
the blood flowing through your
veins a sweet lullaby that
I yearn to spill into the open air for all to hear.
Oh, the fear as I draw closer only
adds to the dance of terror,
the blade slicing,
once
twice
as you lay whimpering
and
twitching upon the ground.
And oh, the lullaby swells,
filling my ears and
brining me peace at last.
But the lullaby fades as you
run dry, the blood
pooling at my feet and
staining my jeans
nothing but that,
and so..
I must chop again.
I will not let this dance of terror,
the lullaby of blood under the flesh,
fade away.