Five Dead

Blood dripping from unseen wounds
The perfect crime
Untraceable and sick
Injecting death into a vein
Slit your throat with your own nails
Twisted painful death
Till you beg for it
Sweet merciful cool death
One is dead.

Screaming music fells the air
The sound is sweet
Pain and screams
As nails pierce each joint
Death from shock
Not much fun
Oh well
Two are dead.

Running feet
Pounding
As if
They could escape
Don't run
You'll just die tired
Tripping
A shadow looms above
Whimpering, fear, that sweet sweet sound
Blood pours out
From the headless neck
Three are dead.

Screaming, crying
Through the dirty gag
As shovel after shovel
Dirt is piled on
A screaming face vanishes
Into the ground
Covered with rocks
Place a cross
And make a pretty grave
Four are dead.

Hanging by the wrists
Small, thin
Silent
Taunting with that defiant stare
Stab, a knife to the wrist
Stab again and again
Silent, taunting
Stab again again again
Until nothing
Five are dead.

I can rest...