Sadistic Humour Poem by Finnick Roy

Blood pools from under the door,
and seeps into the carpet floor.
Walls stained in red wine,
Inebriated by the shine.

It drips from your fingertips.

You fell to your knees, exhausted.
Sadistic humour, she looks funny all Distorted.
Her skin varnished in lacerations, say it's for science,
But honestly, you just want to break the silence.

You really can't comprehend your actions when all you see is red,
you didn't even realise she might already be dead.

Her head dips and her glossy eyes shift at you,

Just once and no more.