Happy Valentine's
What a wonderful night it is.
Bodies litter the street, their blood flowing through the streets.
Dogs lap at the river of blood, their foaming jowls dripping their gluttonous feast.
The head of a child rolls into view. Her wide eyes show nothing but confusion and shock.
How amusing.
Limbs line the road, the rigid hands seeming to wave at any soul that passes.
But none walk the streets.
All are dead.
The night air smells of blood, of death, of sex, of fear, of hatred, of every emotion, every fluid. All of it fills my senses.
How orgasmic it all is.
A solemn violin sings softly in my ears.
The symphony of death, the orchestra of massacre.
What a happy Valentine's Night it is.