[coolgal]: 288.Poetry.More Random Madness

SCReaM... in my head.
cry in the corner
rock back and forth
till you fall asleep.

the bodies in your closet
are beginning to smell
take them to the yard
bury them so well.

but look at all the blood stains
upon the wall and floor
you love to do this very much
but cleaning up is such a chore

o well thats okay
ill clean it up as best i can
because if they find out
they'll lock me up for sure.

now its the morning
and birdies chirp and buzz,
all the mishaps yesterday
are as if it never was

that cleaning lady comes in the room
that retarded smile across her face
she asks politely if im awake
and i simply answer "why yes, but could you come here a moment, i need help getting up"

Her smile brodened as she replied,
"why of course"
she walks over and i grab her neck and shoulder
thrusting her onto the bed
covering her face with a pillow
her arms flailing and attempting to grab what isn't there
i smile and force the pillow harder to her face
and her arms slowly descend and come to rest on the bed
her chest isnt moving anymore.
no more will a breath exhale from her now cold lips.

and she is dead.
as am i inside.
a playful smile runs across my face
and i lift up the pillow to view my masterpiece.

you pick the body up
and drag her limp carcass to the closet
throw her in there with a thump
and close the door.
you then giggle to yourself
put on your clothes
make your bed,

and head to the kitchen to eat breakfast.


the end
-the strangely deranged; yet infamous b. russell