Pleasure
by Lewis Carter
Monday, November 18, 2002
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A gleaming red washed my pain
as I rinsed down a half clogged drain.
It jumped and laughed with a demons glee,
and splashed the mirror mockingly.
Splattered walls a story told,
of the gory act that did unfold.
Crimson rivers in the floor tiles grout,
ran from her mouth like a liquid shout.
It's far from over, I'm not done.
Killing is easy, and so much fun. |