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Oct 2014
I lusted for someone's love
But I do hate my pride
I landed in Paranoia
Isolated, away from civilization

I wrote for help with bloodied fingers
But not an aircraft flew by
I thought I will die
To rot under the horrid sun for the day

Dusk finally came by
I sat on the sand
Dry as my hope
Rough as my life

I realized I was lost in wonderland
Peeking through every corners
Greed represented my hands
I am evil, it dawned to me as I stayed longer

I ripped a beating heart out of a chest
Torn it apart in half
Watched how my victim took its last dying breath
And threw the lifeless body in its untimely grave with the others

Is this the price I shall pay?
God forgive me, what else will I say
But how come I am still alive

Maybe I am better off here
Alone with the devils of my past
Starving for blood that is to be drank
Wondering how long I will last

I then lost my humanity
My instincts are my true friends
They kept me alive
I became a predator, always in search for a prey
Skye Gale
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Skye Gale
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