A bloodied knife

Pale white skin

Blackened and bruised

Anger and hate

Pearly white teeth

Broken down completely

Amassed together

Picked by scavengers

Bodily lying there

A dying zombie

Please, tell me

Be honest, Sweets

Awesome, I wait

Promising this fate

Behind closed doors

A silver knife

Perched within my

Bloodied broken back

Absolutely useless

Perhaps I've missed

Brazen hazel eyes

Acknowledging it first

Prepares you for a

Brandish first

Accept it will come

Possibly with the

Branded red sun.