It was time...

My world sleeping, my mind awake.. 

My right hand trembled to the noise outside the gates..

I peered through the slightly opened window..

It was him... His face burning with rage..

He held a slit labrador's head..

His eyes blood filled.. 

I felt nauseated.. Sweat soaked..

He tapped the door with the head...

I turned around and screeched at my mirror image..

I tripped and fell on the edge of the table..

I screamed for help, to only realize I couldn't talk..

My larynx was dead.. I spewed blood..

Luna smiled at the blood on the black granite...

His job was done.. He knew it..

He laughed over my final rituals..

He had tears in his eyes as he laughed.. 

Black blood oozing out of his eyes.. 

I was gone and so was he...