Fresh blood drips from my blade,

A look of pure pleasure in my eyes,

As I look at your fallen body,

Laid out before me on the floor,

I sit and laugh as the life drains from you,

Your blood coats my hands,

The metallic taste of it on my stained lips,

With a heavy sigh,

I shove the blade further in,

Burning the strings,

That bind you to this world.

On the cold floor,

In a puddle of your blood,

I sit with eyes closed,

This final moment of silence,

Abandoned by your cries,

Makes me smile wide.