I've shot another
The bullet has clattered
Their deaths are my venom
Their cries are my haven.
Crack! I've broken the skull
But I love it, I'm null
Killing is for my pleasure
Torching is my other.
The blood splattering from their throat
I've slit it, but I want more
Crushing their body is my hobby
But I'm the picture of innocence while I lobby.
Doing this sin makes me whole
Know I'm the one vanishing the foe
Cruelness is my intention
Death is my forefathers vengeance.
© Danielle Patrick
YOU ARE READING
THE TRUTHS OF THE SOUL
PoetryI SEE YOU YOU SEE ME BUT WE DON'T REALLY SEE EACH OTHER THAT'S THE WAY IT WILL ALWAYS BE WE CAN'T SEE THE TRUTHS OF THE SOUL.
