My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)

Bloody Axe and Me

A/N: So, my friends have turned into Sherlock Holmes and have some how tracked me down on here, they can now read what I write (oh dear), so I've decided to do an extra dark one on their behalf.

HA!

The axe is my tool,
The survival essential,
For everyday at school,

The handle is heavy,
Yet cool in my hands,
Eventually my grip is so tight,
That the metal and I become one,
We mould together imperfectly,
Whilst searching for our perfect victims,

Once we find one,
Our heart skips a beat,
Our lips curve upwards,
As we strike fast and hard,

Flesh meets metal,
In a loosing battle,
As the blade sinks satisfyingly,
Into bone,
A pool of blood swims at our feet,
And nothing but his decapitated head,
Rolls down the shrieking corrdior,
Like a meer football,
For this is all just a match to me,

Me: 1                             Other people: 0

Next we continue the search,
Our ears prick up,
For any sound of a bitch,
We discover one quickly,
Cackles echo out of our mouth,
As we push her up against the wall,
Her skull smashes into brick,
Splitting across the crown,
We cannot stop loving,
The tingling feeling,
As we tare out her cold, dead heart,
Her petrified vacant expression,
I will never forget,
As we thrust her internal organ,
Into her mouth,
Her teeth sinks down forcefully,
The juices and blood overflow,
They dribble down her chin,
Eyes wide,
The girl siffens her posture,
And falls beneath the floorboards,
To meet the devil,

Me: 2                                 Other people: 0

Adrenaline pounds through my veins,
It is replaced with blood,
For there is no need for blood,
When you have no heart to beat,

Our next victim,
Is not so easy to find,
Hidden in a nest of friends,
She is just a meer ghost of a girl,
After she meets us,
That is,

In a blink of an eye
We split her stomach open,
She tumbles to her knees,
Pure shock is painted across her face,
As we stuff our fist,
Through the line of blood,
And into her ripped body,
The blade levers out her intestines,
And we tie them round her neck,
Hanging her life force here and then,
We leave her lifeless body,
Dangling on the branch,
Of the old school oak,
Where the children used to play,
And happy memories used to be made,

Now it is the centre of nightmares,
And the entrance to Lucifer's headquarters,

Me: 3                                Other people: 0

Our final victim is nearby,
He's the worst of the worse,
And won't he know it...
We trip him over with the flat side of blade,
He scuffs his knees on the gravel,
And already tears up with pain,
We smile merrily,
And tell him I'll take that pain away,
On that note,
We chop him to pieces,
Limb by limb,
Grating off the marrow from his bone,
And frying his flesh,
Off into a smoky scent,
Together as one,
We mutilate him,
From head to toe,
His screams are our top playlist,
And we take pleasure,
In our fine masterpiece.

In all of our fine masterpiece's,

Me: 4                                 Other people: 0