Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

In which Sarah discovers the true meaning of Cold Blood.

A little girl runs down the streets,
Her bangs brushing against her face and cheeks
The girl looks behind to find the one love she’s known,
The pads of his feet following her own
She shows her teeth and looks back at the sun
Smiling now that the day is done
Banging through the door to her home
Like the blood flowing around her bones
She leaps up the stairs and through her door
Her faithful one trailing from the floor
Collapsing on her bed, her mind at ease,
Her dog joins her with a licking tease
She laughs again, and hugs her pet
To hold him forever and not to fret
Is the one thing that brings her joy
Away from the world that treats her like a toy
She sighs and goes from the world of light
Dreaming dreams until late in the night
She wakes with a start, a trite little clatter
Is what has caused her minds peace to shatter
Her hand drifts down past the bend of her bed
A reassuring lick helps calm her head
Still once more, her mind inert
Her fears are gone when her friend’s alert
Her sleep lasts but for a little while
A dripping sound sends sleep to exile
Once more her hand reaches towards the earth
The tongue that finds it gives her soul mirth
For the last time it seems her body shall rest
For the noise is the most annoying pest
She wakes once more, with dawn now close
Her eyelids heavy, her thoughts morose
An irritable huff escapes her lips
Tossing her sheets down past her hips
She hops out of bed and straightens her gown
The warmth of her feet meeting the cold of the ground
Slipping down the halls, she listens but hears
No padded feet to calm her fears
Her mind racing and her heart to match,
She spots the light coming through the latch
Her bathroom door, left slightly ajar
She sighs once more, thinking ‘How silly you are’
Reaching out for the handle, she remembers where
The faucet is, but to meet her there
Is not the sight she foresaw to see
Her heart stops momentarily
Her face is white, her hair on end
Her dog lying in a pool of red
Shaking hard, she reaches for the door,
Only to find that around the floor,
The room is bloody all up to her knees
The walls, the curtains, and at last she sees
Mixed on the mirror with the morning dew
The words in blood, “Humans can lick too”

Something I wrote a few months ago when I was in a weird funk. I am kind of proud of it, oddly enough...

Don't know why I posted it on here though. *shrugs*

is this the same funk that you did the drawing?

Actually no, that story I wrote a few months ago, and I drew that picture last summer... pretty much a slow collaborative work over the entire summer. But that's a story for another time...

Ahhhhhh
well its really good, kind of sad ending

*laughs* I think at the time I was going for creep-the-living-shit-out-of-you ending, but I guess sad will have to do XD

"creep-the-living-shit-out-of-you ending" seems to sum it up....
I like this a lot.

*smiles* Go figure you would
*giggles* I still kind of get excited when I read this... XD

hmmm..
this sounds exactly like someting rammstein did
not implying
just praise
wow

I have to say I haven't hears that rammstein song... Though Tier or perhaps Mein Teil could be related

no....
ummm hrm.. cant remember but it sounds farmilliar... any way tier is just about a guy raping his child...