The Gruesome Truth

Its cold and dark,

Out in a snow covered forest there sits perched on a dead tree limn, a single lark.

The lark was looking out on a field of dead flowers, with a single dead, bloody body in the middle.

Blood turned the snow around the dead body pink on the full moon on Halloween night the picture becomes more clear when we sidle.

In the corner, staring at the body was a little boy wearing a bloody white shirt,

Not ashamed of what he did nor was he hurt.

The little boy looked out into the distance as he said "Goodbye father, I will see you again soon..... In hell." The last words wear said with a smirk.