The Boy At The End Of The Hall Poem by Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki

A boy at the end of a hall
Such a devilish grin breaking through his lips
His eyes widen
You can see his lust for death
His appearance so sweet, so innocent
Yet death is his aura

The ball continues!
People dancing
So blind

The stench of death but to befall them
Room of crystal and ruby
Floors of polished marble
The boy observes them dance from the hall
He wishes to turn the ball into a slaughter

He’s there
And then…
He’s not…

Blood splashes against the silky white curtains
Clouds cover the moon and it’s light
His smile expands
Before he knows it
Blood fills the marble floors
Splattered across the fine crystal
He looks up in laughter
The blood smeared along his face
Innocent blood
Guilty blood

One boys happiness
One boys sadness
The insanity, oh how lovely…