Red Dye Number Two Poem by Jeph S. Walker

i feel you
tugging at my shirt
to pull yourself up.
blood stains your hands
from the wounds from my hands.
from what i've done to you.
dont ask me why
i just had to.

you try to breath
but all the comes out
is a gargle of red syrup.
red die number 2
mixed with corn starch.
oh dont forget to add
some oxygen.
blood cells explode.
dont ask me why
i just had to.

oh the thrill
of destroying
something beautifull.
of ravaging something
so meaningfull.
i asure you
I'm more sorry
then you'll ever know.
but dont ask me why
i just had to.

fall to my feet.
claw at my toes
with your fingertips.
beg me to stop.
my mind switches.
to mourning.
everything i'm doing.
seeing the look
of shock, pain, betrayl, and sadness
upon your face.
i'm more then
tempted to stop,
but i cant.
dont ask me why
i just have to.

i killed you.
please, i beg you.
dont ask me why
i just had to.