Dirty Deed.

Twisted yellow teeth, seen behind the cocky little grin.
That rests perinatal upon his red painted lips.

Painted on tears, the rest upon his cheeks.
Hidden sadness that lingers within his yellow eyes.

His hands holding out, palms facing the sky.
A snake like tongue, that dangles from his maw.

"Come to me my little friend.
Keep that grin, and those lips pretty"

A little voice inside his head screeches.
It ringing through his mind, like a thousand screaming devils.

"Oh kill me, kill me.
Kill it, kill it, slaughter it, and gag it."

Echos the demented voice once more.
The words lasting in the air, almost shattering the silence.

"Drag it drag it, slice it cut it.
Lick it Lick, leave no trace."

The boy, slides his sleeve up, grasping a blade within his fingers.
His white gloves, hiding his pale white skin.

"Hit it hit it, get the vein.
Sit and Watch and Bleed to death"

Creeps the evil words once more.
The boys hair standing on end.

As he carefully traces out unseen words on his arm.
The blade falling to the floor in slow motion.

His hands running along the wounds.
Blood seeping within his gloves, turning them crimson red.

"Read it Read it, Tell me what it says..
Take your time, cause boy you're mine."

As the boy stands, his eyes wandering over the wounds.
His lips moving as he reads what he's traced.

"Look, Look. I've done your deed.
Stand and watch me, as I bleed."

And with the words spoke.
He falls upon the floor.

The voice dies.
And The boy cries.

Death has come.
And life is gone.

©Megan - 2006