A Message in The Dark

A message in the dark

Unraveling fresh crimson blood

The flesh our answer

Hair and nails a clue

We gather around cold fire

A life at stake gives custom to our riddles

Obscene.

It is who you know

People, no Creatures in the dark

A baneful existence,


yet we give you motivation to rage

Rage against the coming of the night

A classic rusty chainsaw

And an axe to wedge in your back,

I slide a knife from my sheath

I can feel your pulse,

Rushing rushing,

Dangerous and thrilling,

It beats louder and louder

A devilish temptation

I run, run, run, A flash of vibrant red

The eyes are no longer mine

The blade catches sunlight in the hands that are no longer

mine

Thump,

You are no more,

Warm copper rapture floods like tears...

Of joy