Watching You Bleed

I can't help but smile,

Even though it is quite vile.

On the ground you lie,

Eyes to the sky.

As if asking for help,

Too bad no one heard you yelp.

You were really quite pathetic,

Your begging was anything but poetic.

I can still feel the joy,

You poor, poor boy.

The knife entering your chest,

I just had to bring relief to the stress.

Thanks for that, by the way.

I'll be sure to pray.

I'll pray for your soul,

As you rot in this hole.

Now that I have done the deed,

I'm just going to watch you bleed.