Kill You, Kill Me

As anybody who has been nutty enough to follow my blog would know, I have weird dreams, often morbid in fact. I think I have surpassed all previous levels of weirdness with this particular poem and strangely - it wasn't under the influence of any inebriating substances. Probably some latent effect of some movie or book I once saw or read. I doubt Lionel Richie would appreciate my adaptation of one of his song titles (interestingly though Say you, say me also references a dream - though naturally a far less morbid one!). I will pull the poetic license card at this point - but please read at your own peril!

Right foot forward - left soon follows

Repeat, repeat - till I turn the corner

There you stand, smiling your smile

You don't know yet you're soon a goner

Right and left bring me close as can be

Bodies connect, cheeks flush and eyes meet

I put one arm around and pull your body in tight

And the knife in the other, slides in so sweet

I watch as the life leaves your lying eyes

Your blood washes over my hand like sweet honey

I showed mercy for I can't cause that much pain

Even after all that you did - now isn't that funny?

Slowly I pull the knife out of your gut

A gurgling sound you make as you fall

With a soft thud, you lie at my feet in blood

I gaze upon you, the red floor and white walls

The walls seem so odd - I think to myself

They need some colour to really fit in

Ever obliging, I smile to myself

A quick slash and they're crimson - I'm finally done in