Blood is my perfume,
Straight from the collection of Death,
The metallic substance leaks through my gums,
Infinitely,
Dark crimson is forever painted on my skin,
As fine art,
Like a machete murder gone wrong,
It doesn't phase me,
I'm emotionless,
The bonfire burns in the pit of my stomach,
It billows smoke through my organs,
They shrivel in warped disgust,
Yet the flames comfort me,
It reminds me of hell,
Of which I am soon to return,
It doesn't panic me,
I'm emotionless,
I'm pushed down the corridor,
The barrel of a gun is pressed against my forehead,
I inhale a strong essence of gunpowder,
Witnesses surround me,
Their wide-spread grins attempt to devour me,
I'm forced to sit down,
As I'm strapped into the electric chair,
Jeers of excitement squeal at my ears,
My nails dig into the chains that bound me,
It doesn't frighten me,
I'm emotionless,
A guard begins to count,
Chiming the seconds until I exhale my last breath,
As though it's the lyrics to a pop song,
"10..."
"9..."
Blankly,
I glare through the thick screen that shields me from those who watch,
Perhaps I'm a cartoon to them?
It doesn't bother me,
I'm emotionless,
"8..."
Popping my eyes out,
The witnesses shudder,
I feed of their fear,
It pounds adrenaline into my blood supply,
"7..."
"6..."
"5..."
Between the chains and blades that keep me in place,
I stick out my tongue,
It doesn't delight me,
I'm emotionless,
"4..."
The wires attached to me begin to vibrate,
Buzzing delicately,
Wrapped within the layers of skin,
"3..."
"2..."
"1..."
My cackle is replaced with the expected shriek,
I laugh as the electricity shoots through my spine,
My body quakes,
My system shuts down,
My head snaps backwards,
It doesn't feel like a punishment,
I'm emotionless,
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PuisiIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
