Pure Joy

He lies there crumpled
Wavering between life and death
Unsure of which is worse
The sickening stench of defeat
Fills his bloody nostrils
As he fights to survive
With minimal success
I can only stare with glee
At his broken, swollen body
Tears spewing out of his eyes
Like the blood from his mouth
How weak
Savoring this moment
I enthusiastically plunge a blade
Between his crying eyes
Observing as his shock and despair
Fill them silently
Before they grow dead
It is so hysterical
How he didn't see this coming
And for the first time in a long time
As I study his mangled corpse
I actually feel
Happy

by Bellatrix
posted on 08/13/2009