No matter how many i kill
How many i cut
It's still not enough
I'm still not satisfied
More blood
More corpses
The demon inside me craves for it
My blood is crimson
So are the others'
The cuts on my body are deep
Leaving scars so gore
People are terrified by them
It's so amusing
The faces they make
When they see them
Make me want to treasure them
Make it so that those expressions
Stay on their faces forever
This town is drowning in blood
Blood of its own citizens
One by ond everyone will lose their heads
Die without knowing why
But not to worry
I will take good care of them
Their heads are my treasures
An axe is enough
To cut through the flesh and bones
Oh how refreshing it is
To know that you are loved
Loved by the demon inside
I feel like I'm in heaven
The screams of the people
Is music to my ears
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Paradox
PoetryA collection of poems P. S. I worte these myself so they might not be very good These are just somethings i wrote when my thoughts start getting out of hand. I didnt really pay attention to how they were written. I just need to pour everything out...
