A collection of poetry, grim and dark

I wake up to a smiling face
Though all mirth has fled without a trace
my friend whispers in my ear
things that fill my heart with fear
telling me that my life was done
that inside her would become one

She drags a knife across my chest
I scream in futile protest
She tears at my organs gleefully
all while laughing ceaselessly
as she tears my skin away
I realize that this was a very bad day

She asks me if I am enjoying the game
Even now, she's still the same
As my heart begins to slow
I realize it is time to go
As I die in a gruesome style
the last thing I see is my best friend's smile.