DISCLAIMER: I do not own Baccano! or any of its characters. I do not own the cover image.
Sadistic joy
Fills my stomach
With butterflies,
Flying on wings of hate.
.
I look at his body.
Limp.
Dead.
I crack a smile
Of cruel joy.
.
I look at my hands;
They're drenched in blood,
The metallic scent
Filling my nose,
Energising my body.
.
I cleanse my face,
The blood cool against my cheeks.
Striping my face with deep red-
A crazed face
Staring into a killer's hands.
.
I'm blessed with this dream…
They all turn their heads in fear
When I walk past.
The Rail Tracer…
A whole new name.
.
I don't want to wake
From this blood-stained dream.
Author Note: I Decided to challenge myself to do a drabble poem- a poem of exactly 100 words.
The spaces don't seem to be working right now for this document, so that is my they are separated with full stops.
Thank you for taking your time to read my piece. I appreciate it greatly. If it has let you down, then you have my apologies. :)
Music inspiration: The Servant- Cells, Take It All Away-Red