TW; Gory/Potentially disturbing descriptions
I'm quite the manic person.
Then again,
I'm quite not.
I fantasize often about my murderous tendencies.
Something about the way blood splatters,
Or the lifeless stare of those I know,
Maybe perhaps just the crackle of someone's bones as they shatter,
It weakens me with pleasure;
My head falls to its side.
Sometimes I feel the urge to faint.
I am quite the young, impressionable mind.
Yet still,
My lips curl into a satisfied smile.
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PoesiaI made this because I have created so many vents in a somewhat poetic form that it almost felt wrong not to share it. The best writings are always influenced by passion or driven by emotion. And in this case, I can say that I have both. This is a...
