Do you ever stare at something
So beautifully violent

Indescribable is the feeling
Of warmth
The smirke slowly growing a long your lips
The tings of more completes your stomach

The thought that you are somewhere else
Or maybe you were someone else

It all hits back with chills
The sight of blood
The strict screams of those in charge

Wanting the chamber to be let open
The thoughts have other ideas
Violence is the only thing that amuses them
Calms them in a way unique to anything else

These thoughts blend in with the others
Yet they crave more than any other

The sight of dominance, blood and violence
Settles them as if it was their reflection

Dripping down, staring at the warmth that fills all
Smiles turn the corners to see if they are real

The thoughts are the only true feelings left
Numb to others
They are real and always present

Never let them take over