Blood red snow

Now I've left the movie

And I walk alone through the couples

Billing and cooing and wending their

Way back to their cars and on

To their warm homes together.

I walk past some sorry excuse

That sits there with his cider

Hidden poorly in a bag.

And some slag with legs bare

And tits flaunted to drive me mad

Staggers past with some chav leering

At me to taunt me even more.

I followed them and watched them

And in my mind I felt them

And I ate them

And I swallowed them.

And as the neon windows flickered

Crazily over snow bound pavements,

I saw the sun rise in my mind

And I drew my gun and

I blew their fucking brains out.

Then in a certain patch of snow

The neon stopped flickering

And stayed blood red.


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