I'm laughing,

And I don't know why;

I think it might be

From the sound of your cry.

I watch as the blood

Seeps from your face,

Onto the pavement,

Sluggish, no haste.

The crimson color

Has me laughing again!

I must thank you for

This good time, dear friend!

I should say sorry

For the deed I've done,

But who knew killing

Could be so fun?