Body count arises,
The cause leaves little survival,
Naked and barely breathing,
My home gone to the destruction,
Calling my demons,
My nightmare induced voices,
Ironically keeps me sane,
Though it drives a nail,
A rust ridden one of hell,
Repeatedly screeching a noise,
Scraping of demons claws,
Digging deep within the edges,
Will a satisfying thud,
Along with a soft crack,
The soft outer skull,
Now was spilled,
Similar to an egg,
Pushed ever so slightly,
Into submission of revealing the yolk,
The grey brain matter is shown,
It barely hanging by the stem,
Blood pours by the gallon,
I sigh in relief to have calmed them,
The people upset the voices,
For the voices to not hurt,
Their whims must be heeded,
Punished the ******,
For you can be forgiven,
Human flesh taste of victory,
While the mind does of love.
Naked and barely breathing,
But we are alive none the less.
Late night and racing mind.
