It has been a while since I have posted here. Kind of odd now that I think about it. But this is a poem I wrote about a week ago. Kill it if you have too, I just need somewhere to post this to vent my rage. This is in no way a real thing, so don't go crazy over that. I was just in a very dark place when I wrote this.
These thoughts now rush through my mind:
Torture,
Murder,
Destroy.
Torture:
Rip your flesh to the bone.
Make you watch as the blood
flows from your veins.
And make you feel every ounce of
pain and sorrow that I did.
Murder:
Take your life only when you beg for mercy,
and when your pain is equal to mine.
Destroy:
Take whatever is left of your life and tear it
to shreds.
You are not safe, nor is your family.
For mine has been destroyed.
Years of torment,
of torture,
and brutality have come to this.
Your end,
by the edge of my blade,
and your family's,
by the edge of your actions.
I was your first,
and I will be the last thing you ever see.
A face so vivid,
yet a silhouette in the darkness
of your mind.
And only when your blood stains my hands,
my face,
and floods across the floor will you realize,
You are the cause.
And in that moment I will revel,
as your world comes crashing down.
By that which you destroyed.
