Drear

The laughter calls out, screams at me,
I'd love to kill the maker.
My eyes are watered too much to see,
I'm looking at the breaker.

A smile flashes, showing teeth,
Broken, bloody, dead.
He raises hands from off beneath,
And swings straight for my head.

A brutal pang, and reddened sight,
As blood rolls down my face.
I hold to concious, slight, so slight,
My body's cased in lace.

I struggled to break my tightened bonds,
As i am wheeled outside.
My bleeding head makes little ponds,
As we begin our ride.

My mind is broken, to severed selves,
I can't hold on much more.
Insanity grows to dancing elves,
My vomit induced by constant gore.

I hear a croak of sudden pain,
I raise my ears in hope.
I feel a ripping at my bain,
A smell of cherry soap.

My head is exposed to the air,
I take a greatful breath.
Here she is, beloved Claire,
To save me from my death.