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The pool of blood,
Spreads on the floor.
Rust-colored handprints,
Stained on the door.
The expression on your face,
Face frozen forever.
Soul has already departed into the never.
My mind begins to focus,
I think of what I've done
I stole each of your breaths,
Until there were none
The sound of your screams,
Still reaches my ears,
As you began to realize the end was near
My cruel laugh echoes throughout
You never knew what love was about
Your naive ideas of how it should be
Were enough to bring out the best in me

Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison