Edited By: Diedre N. Flora
To feel the flesh within his teeth,
To taste the blood on the killer's salty tongue,
To chop the bones and keep them safe,
A bargain for company that will always stay.
It's a game they play and often win,
Rarely to miss a single step,
They each have a weapon,
A tool to destroy.
A life to take in his hands.
To sleep with the dead is his game,
The corpse, though dissembled,
Is the only way he will ever fall