The hand held the knife
the blade caressed the flesh
the blood left the body
the smell so fresh
the hand griped the gun
the barrel pointed at the head
the finger pulled the trigger
the white walls painted red
the rope around the neck
the feet that slipped
the chair that fell
the blood that dripped
the loss that was not counted
the person that no one lost
the life that was taken
the price with no extra cost
