Dead Happiness....

Ruptured lungs ,
Torn up arteries ,
Treading through the sciatica ,
Mutilated entrails in a pool of blood…

Is this war or redemption,
Slicing his arm once his done,
Another battle scar worn with pride,
As the pain hits his brain,
The adrenaline like a drug…

Pull the trigger ,
See the blood,
Death welcomes you..
Thread through the veins,
See the entrails,
Death bids you on…

Maidens stacked up in piles,
Dress to impress..
Happiness an expression they could never have,
Now they sleep in death,
With the smile of murder…