The steel slides slowly
Carving out creases
The subject lays lowly
Snipped into pieces
Its last breath a ragged sputter
A death rattle to make most men shudder
It brings comfort to me, allows me to breath
Funny how, my breath causes its to leave
It filled me with joy,
Plunging the knife
The subject a toy
Killed out of sight
This is a story, you see
Of the day I killed agony