The chase

Written by: AFD

This is one of those dark ones…

I chase,
Reach into the knife case.
He trips over a shoelace.

Bloody hands,
There he stands.
Sharp knife,
Slicing his life.

Another dead,
I cut off his head.
Lots of red,
Begins to spread.

His blood looks black,
His lips are slack.
His eye stared back,
When I took it from its sac.

It is done.
I have won.

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