Red Rain

Let it rain red,
Splashing on the grey pavement.
It kicks back up and drops back down.
This hate is rising.
I punch you again.
More red rain,
Thus comes from your brain.
I can see the pink goo,
That it once was.
But in a sense, it was always that way...
You had no brain,
None that you could use.
I bash the hilt of my knife,
Into your head.
I cut and slash
At anything I can reach.
Your head, legs, arms, chest...
I slit your thoat,
One final goodbye.
Just for good measure,
I hit you again,
And that blood is free flowing,
But not for long,
Soon youll bleed out,
And be dead
And be gone...