Life is But A Dream, Sweetheart

All I remember are red rat eyes

Pulsating in time

With his quivering body

Choosing to snap

Or choosing to leave

A piece of fresh smooth silken swiss

Baited, enticing

Ready for the rat

Waiting for the rat

The choice is made

The heavy metal bar

Swinging swiftly in its arc.

Blood vomits mightily.