My mind has yet crumpled
I am but a hollow shell of my former self
But I have found happiness within a certain activity
People’s blood shed bring tears of JOY to my pure white eyes
Their BLOOD is unseen against my crimson read and black as night skin
But I know it’s there
I can feel my pores soaking it up
USING it
FEEDING on it
I have many weapons but I carry no metal
My OOZY red best friend helps me get my happiness
He makes my weapons SHARPERthan any other and LONGER than anything
I can SEE your DISGUSTED and DEPLORING gaze
BUT can you feel my BREATH, sliding down your NECK?
Can you guess my name?
Not DEVASTATION
Nor DESTRUCTION
I have only one true name…
MY NAME IS
CARNAGE
