Gently the blade,
caressed her skin.
Sliding across,
Sinking in.
Red blood flows,
slowly down her breast,
dripping silently,
pooling on the floor.
Tenderly I continue to explore.
Softly as a lover,
violent as a whore.
More blood flows,
across her pale white skin.
It's shifting patterns
Justifies my sin.
Her lovely body,
her beautiful form,
hangs limp.
Mute testimony
to the madness
that is me.
