Mind Drift

Slaughter Play

One time I drifted

I held a knife

In front of people

Who stole something

One held a gun

Yelled "Back off!"

Pointing it

To my head

No fear in my heart

Just a glee

And a grin

Come the slash

Come the splash

From the throat

Fell the gunman

Next one came close

With a metal bat

Clashed to my skull

No pain felt

Hysterically

The knife got stuck

To the man's fat abdomen

Releasing the insides

Boy, it stank crap

Last, but not least

The one with tough face

Fists so large

Faces will break

(Well, that rhymed

With no intention)

He was slow

I stepped side by side

Inches closer

Target his jewels

He held for it

So dearly

Tears flow out

His eyes

Laughter broke silence

Blood stenches

What they stole

I won't remember

Just the sensation

As I saw their terror

In their faces

Before the door

Of tdeath.

How horrifying

If that were true.