Crunching …
… lifeless forms upon the floor

Twisted little dolls with heads
that have wicked smiles and
glassy black eyes that stare
straight into the soul …

Little cherubs we are …
wicked and yet loved …
… but despised …

I want to bite you …
taste your life and let it ooze
red upon my tongue. Little drops
of metallic taste to quench this
devious thirst that drives me insane.

Dead eyes … feel them creep along
your flesh, oh so tantalizing flesh!
Here, let me take that arm, you don’t
need it … I’ll throw it on the pile with
the rest of the limbs that have become
unnecessary.

Oh my … too bad I let your heart stop
before I noticed that. Otherwise I
could have had my fun while listening
to the slow of your beat while I screamed.

But, I shall keep those eyes for they are
nice … they shall be my trophy of such
a pleasant kill. Upon the mantle they
shall sit so that I might stare into them
when the mood hits.