A Sick Depiction of Happiness
Dangling from your web that reeks of death,
Eyes stung with salty tears
Consumed by a sick, thrilled, gaping gaze,
As empty as the skull it lays on,
Accented by the most gruesome smile you ever saw,
Teeth bared, exposing fleshy pink gums,
Shredded flesh glistening a deep dark red,
Rippling as a gurgling noise escapes a torn up throat,
Is this what happiness is supposed to be?
It's good enough for me.