• Chop.

    The last few moments of pain gone,
    finally ends the groaning.
    But still...

    Chop.

    It's amazing how much blood there is
    in one human, growing.
    And yet...

    Chop.

    I can't help but giggle, as sick
    and twisted it may be.
    So I...

    Chop.

    Laugh even harder for no one's here
    to judge old, little me.
    It seems...

    Chop.

    After all my years of serving you
    I've gotten some respect.
    Now that...

    Chop.

    I think about it harder,
    it's starting to take affect.
    And so...

    Chop.

    I let out a deep breath,
    taking in my blood stains.
    I frown...

    Pause.

    And try to get it off my hands,
    though power was obtained.
    I rub...

    Creak.

    On my apron, until I'm bleeding
    along with my parted friend.
    And my...

    Click.

    Hair falls out, chunks at a time,
    while I have other things to mend.
    With a...

    Scream.

    Sigh, I raise the knife
    turning to the door.
    I smile...

    Breathing.

    At the intruder, unlucky,
    as they fall down on the floor.
    A breif...

    Silence.

    Pause before I pick her up,
    and place them side by side.
    With a...

    Whoosh.

    Saddened look at the dead,
    I think about where I can hide.
    Oh well...

    Chop.