Panda's Poem #12

This is very, very, very recent. Within the past two or three years.
Another highly dark period of my life



You are the victims of my blade
This stainless steel dagger
Discolored with the blood of mortals
Useless shells such as yourselves
You two are my favorite victims
I enjoy your every bit of anguish
I laugh at your pain as you die
I move to the shell of a girl
Lying there, cowering in fear
She lets out a high scream of terror
I bring the blade down with no mercy
I cut her throat from ear to ear and smile
I slice out her heart, I take a bite
And drop the remains in front of the man
Who stares in sheer fright, wondering why
Why would I do such a thing to them?
You two drove me to the edge
You both know what you did to me
You two stupid mortals act so brave
But deep inside you wail in terror
You do not wish to die so young
But you brought your death upon yourself
You drove away the sanity and brought me back
The other side that was locked away so long ago
Only to be unleashed in such dire needs as this
Wondrous confusion, tears of blood and sorrow
Overflow you and your tiny little souls
You fall to the sharp steel of my blade
A handmade dagger to kill the mortals