The  little orphan down the lane

I wake peacefully
My breathing calm
My eyes a shimmering green
I lay here
On the kitchen floor
My hands bloody and stiff
Your huddled up in the dark corner
A black pool round' your lifeless body
The air is cold
So cold I can see my own breathe
As I sit up
I find there are ropes and chains round' my wrist and ankles
And a bandanna in my mouth
I also find
A bloody knife in your head
As I inspect your cold pale body
Turning you over onto your back
Your clothes ripped and tattered
Bruises round' your throat
As I move your bloody black hair from over your face
And find
That you no longer have a face
Your eyes gouged from there sockets
And your nose ripped off
Your lips chewed on
Then I inspect the knife in your head
A big piece of your skull is removed
The exposed flesh of your inner mind
Gives off an irresistible stench
I can't help but to find this funny
I giggle as I find your severed fingers in my pockets
And nearly bust a gut when your blood drenched heart is in the freezer
This all seems so natural
As I limp to threw hallways spattered with blood
And smeared hand prints
I look in the mirror and I see nothing wrong
As I brush the rotting flesh from my teeth
The delightful stench of death deep within my clothes
As I turn on the fossit to wash my bloody hands
The water turns from a crystal blue to a deep maroon red
As I put my hair in pig-tails
And change my dress
Skipping down the roadway path
Off to school another day
Then coming back to the orphanage
Charming the adults with my sweet coo of a voice
And my rosey cheeks
As I say simple words like a baby would just to make you giggle
Then I walk you down the hall
Guiding you
Holding your hand
As tight as I can
Dragging your lifeless body
So that I may feed again
Because
No one can leave
The little orphan down the lane