Halloween Verse: Deadly Desire

As I reach inside my left coat pocket
I pull out my blade,
Gently I slide it around his eye socket

Slowing settling on his cheek
His iris now dull bereft of all light
His pulse once strong, now frail and weak

To my left, my needle and thread
With a steady hand, I deftly sew
No more words from him be said

A trickle of spit runs down his chin
His soul waives, trying to hold on
This is a fight, he cannot win

Around his fingers I weave cutting wire
pulling tightly, they clump together
With my torch I weld them with fire

Bandages swath his legs to each other
I smile down gently
I'm sorry dear brother

They say his work is never done
Of this I do agree
A killers work is such fun!