The room is filled with darkness
Just like my mind
With a forever growing insanity
My crazed thoughts are broken
By the screams echoing off the walls
Oh, how it's music to my ears
I ignore them however
And continue on with my normal routine
Most say what I do is wrong and inhumane
But I think otherwise
They are merely just improvements
That do not take much time
A permanent smile made by a sharp blade
Watching as it carves through the layers of skin
Beads of red blood going down their horror-filled faces
Their burned eyelids
Keeping their teary eyes open to the world of horrors
The potent smell of burning flesh
Oh, how divine
I'm making them just like me
A monster, they call me
Yes, the chains that kept me sane broke long ago
But I willingly gave into that evil side
Making me better than ever
The darkness of the night is invaded by the light of the sun
Ending my joyous fun
But before I go, I must say one last thing
If you want the terror to end
Then I think you should...
Go to sleep!
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Random Poetry
PoesieIt's all in the title. A book filled with poetry about random shit. Just beware, it is slightly graphic on some poems.
