Your Eyes Glisten Like my Blade.

Lay your glare on bad news
Chouette
Your claret covers razor blades
You slumber into a dark abyss
Finding the gleam to chase after.

To bring joy into your last days
Silver metal to makes crimson and the taste of rust
You lick the blood off of your knife,
And cut your tongue against it's sharpness.
Your victims lay their eyes on something dark.
Once the life fades from their eyes
Into the fire they go.

You grabbed her by the neck
Squeezed the life out of her
Wonderment filled your thoughts.
As you stare blank at blood on white walls
Your knife falls to the calm.