The tip of my knife keeps jabbing the life from the corpse on this night
On the tightrope I slide to the side where the body I’ll hide
Hanging in plain sight invisible to the untrained eye
“Die, die, die!” I scream and I cry unable to control the words that go through my mind
And the red of the dead blood resting in bed with the body overhead hanging instead of buried where its meant to be
The hurry scared me and impulse scurried
The flurries of snow out the window crawl and build up blocking the light, FUCK! I can't see shit
I must’ve fallen asleep. Is he still dead? Where would he be?
He’s gone, the rope hangs alone and there’s no clue
I don’t know where a dead man who came back to life would go
Do you?

By Amber Black