the
killer kid
relaxing
in the comfortable surroundings
of warm blood
and severed parts
mementos of his experiences
his tidy suitcase
in stark contrast
to the chaos of his mind
the purple socks and red boots more indicative of his style
the monster in his mind
peering through the window
of his soul
the neatness reflected
in hands, heart and chainsaw
hanging in shame
the hole in his existence
plain to see
