It

You lay there Your eyes cold and Blank. The slow beat of your Heart echoes in the room As the pool of blood slowly Surrounds you. It stands over you, With a smile but emotionless face As you see your reflection in Its Eyes And red paints Its face, You unable to speak From the pretty little cut It left on your neck. It slowly walks around you Taping the knife in Its hand, Stabbing, over and over again until the very end, When you heart beat echoes The very last time And your eyes close And you see Its emotionless smiling face for the very last Time. It drops the knife and slowly walks away from your body And It picks up the phone and dials 911 And the speaker replies "Hello how can I help you?" A smile appears upon Its face And It laughs a little And says "Can you come help I think I just killed my friend" I drop the phone and Staggers away.