Drip

Blood slides down the knife
Like a drop of dew sliding
off a leaf,

the blood on the floor,
a metallic smell like the iron
machine you smelt before...

a soul whisps away
and you watch in silence
for you silenced it,

a scream, a shout
and it was over,
the terrible deed that came to pass,

the mass, the funeral
gripping yet emotionless
for you know the truth inside.

The little boy no more than 8
You did this to him you
soulless demon of Taurus,

But you couldn't care less
could you?
I remember you singing...

Drip, my beauty...
drip on the floor,
for daddy wants a new son...
and daddy
will
get
one
more.