Blood and Carnage.

Blood and Carnage…
Can’t you smell revenge in the flesh?

Stained bones exposed to the open air.
We are coming down from our high.

Vacant eyes stare at the ceiling.
Our adrenalin pumps thought our coarse veins.

Her insides are a mess no difference from her heart to her lungs.
I’m not breathing, blood rushes to my head like it did form her broken body.

There is no reality, only the slice of our knife.

There is no reason behind this, no motive.
I’m no more crazy then any of you.

Stop trying to justify me.

All we wanted was blood.
No truth. Just lies.
And now she is just left for the flies.