The Fun Has Only Begun

Despair in your soul
As you walk down the alleyway with that curl on your lips,
Coming to a stop at a rusty door waiting to be opened.
You look to both sides making sure no one is aware,
Creaking as the knob is turned and pushed.
Walking down a dark hall with graffiti on the walls
And silence to be heard.
You get to the end.
Stopping in the middle of a lone light,
Shining down on one space.

Up--
You look,
Your deep menacing eyes to the hole in the ceiling.
The frown on your face shows much irony
When you tilt to the side.
All the bodies surrounding you.
Limp and mute.

One.
Covered in a bright white cloth,
Crimson stains and a liquid spills to the side.
The grin returns
As a groan escapes the shape.
One thought to this moment.
"The Fun Has Only Begun."