Masterpiece

Silver . . . Red . . . Black . . . And white . . . Gasps . . . Screams . . . Silence . . . Then laughter It could be a painting A song A dance A theatrical scene even! That sweet sound Of your raw pain filled cries You beckon for mercy? Or do you beckon for more? Well if I were to show you mercy... It shall be given in the form of A long sharp blade Pierced through your heart To put an end to your 'suffering'... This will only end the joyous rush But will surely put an end to your ear splitting squeals Sovereign eyes reflect upon stainless steel Those once dark empty pupils Dilate from the sweet lust Still thirst for that rust scented warm crimson goodness That seems so much more captivating --as it is-- under the light of a full moon. Fantasies of drenched palms tainted in your blood Swirl through a dazed mind My thoughts shift to reality As I behold the wonders of the act 'How can I get away with this?' 'Will someone find me here?' 'And what about ... them?' I questioned anyone willing to give an answer whilst I Stare down fondly at what's left of your face