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Blinded with the horribly sweet feeling of violence
Brutality released with a mighty rage
Can't see, humanity feeling so alien and distant
Only sensing blood spilling on my flesh and
******* screams supercharged with terror

As the rightful inner self gains power
I start to awaken, eyes rolling forward, back into position
I drift back from spiritual chaos and into consciousness
Reality hits me with* the force of a train
Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all regained
First moment a last dose of relief
Second full of confusion

Third a living hell

Soft warm light fills the living room
Revealing white walls sloppily painted in red
A massive TV set slammed on its face at the ground
Broken glass, a pool of blood and a hand underneath
Dismembered corpses, broken furniture and bones lay around
A gap in the stone wall, a skinned half-eaten body lies outside with the rubble and dirt
Suddenly I realize my stomach is a little too full
The smell of stale blood, the foul stench of death
Drilling through my nose
The silence too loud for me to bear
My family rotting right in front of my eyes

I cringe in shock and disbelief
Totally clueless about the destruction surrounding me
I look down at my red and wet hands
A huge knife in one hand, a patch of skin in the other
The patch of skin looked familiar
Too familiar
I look at the broken ****** mirror above where my little sister lies dead
A red figure stares back at me with half a face

As I'm about to break into tears
I break into a splitting headache instead
A headache like no other
My nails becoming as sharp as the razors cutting up my brain
Nausea, sweat, pain, anxiety, all at once, amplified
My own screams start to terrify me
Drowning in insanity, blindness, and evil
This is the end
Identity, mental stability, cognitive ability, all lost
With no trace, vanished for good

Unleashed from the human experience
I break out of the window, into the night
Cracks forming in the glass like the black roots of evil thriving through my being
Equipped with an unquenchable thirst for bloodshed

I need my fix

Immortal
Indestructible
Supernaturally powerful
Possessed
Running on all fours fast through the night
For the next ****
For mankind is my enemy now


AND MY ENEMIES GET EXTERMINATED
This one's ****** I know, and quite morbid too
Jennifer West Jul 2016
Hurt me with words.
Rip out my heart.
Stomp out my aspirations.
Breath hopelessness into me.
Thank you for false love,
But I'd rather you just **** me.

I cannot take this heartbreak.
A sinking feeling that chokes you.
what is life when life is nothing?
Close me off to the world.
Thank you for the ruins,
But I'd rather you just **** me.

The grief is blinding.
With walls crashing all around.
Colours turn dull.
The world is cold.
Thank you for the darkness.
But I'd rather you just **** me.
David Doran Jul 2016
Drop your pen
-
How does that feel?
I agree
The pen is mightier than the sword
Only, however, if you want to get people
On your side
If the other side is carelessly
Brandishing their rapier
Then the pen can become a thing of evil
Just because the pen doesn't **** people
Doesn't mean it can't lead people
Off a cliff
People need to remember that
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
Here we go again
Killing over the color of the skin
We are less evolved than the ape
We pillage plunder and even ****
Doesn't mankind understand we're all kin
Despite the color of our skin
Or who we love, or who we ****
With ignorance we are severely struck
Remove the scales from off your eye
Before they drop the bomb and we ALL die
Varshini Jun 2016
Love is universal, they say.
Then why does a kiss incite such a riot?
How does one live their life,
When they're too busy not getting killed by media or by society?

Tired of being a label, tired of being shunned,
Tired of seeing the numbers increase.
There go the people trying not to react to the Orlando news,
Because if you're not straight, you're just one of "those" people to them.

America is a land of opportunity, a land of hope,
Judging from the events, I guess that's true only if you're straight.
How do you display your Pride,
If you're playing a game of Truth or Die?

If this is the perfect life, then I do not want it,
Because apparently I would be just a statistic.
tw: killing mention, tw: orlando mention
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