A little poem for the end of the world. |
My Myself and I; Why? Why? Why? The shatter, The blood, The thrash, Bloody walls, A massacre, Bones breaking, A snap, Inferno Hell, Last one, Me, Myself, And I, I wonder, Why? Why? Why? Cold cement, Blood on the floor, Rip! Tear! Blood! More! Emotional pain, Death grows, Slit throats, Children scream, Gory mess, Walls bleed, Fathers dead, Mothers plea, Bloody spill, Hellish greed, Organs lay in street, Ready for the engorging feast, Nightmares grow, Children sleep, Come alive, Cuts deep, Bone, nail flesh and all Necks snap from the fall Grotesque heads, Emotions deep, Slit wrists, Murderers creep, Bloody rags, Broken mirrors, Crashed cars, Deadly fears, Death alive, Health sleep, Black Angle collects building keep, New day, Ending dawn, Virgins die, Lovers cry, A knife, A gun, A spear, Jagged, Through this Ending I cannot bear, A strike, A blow, A wrath, For kills, Is the sunrise splattered with blood? I've made it through another day yet, I cannot bear to go on, The gun barrel in my mouth, The penultimate scream, It's not over, I'm still alive! A hole in my head from the bullet, My blood is marked on the wall, Then I realize that I am cursed, To walk the earth, To kill mortal souls Through this nightmare, This hell, This trap, Through what every may be thrown at me, To kill, To thrive, Or possibly... Survive! The one good thing inside Pandora's Box While others will sit and grope, But for me there is still... Hope |