Poems

Murder

Murder I've seen throughout the years
The crimson fluid dripping from my eyes
Flowing throw my veins
A ticking time bomb in my chest
Long behold a death not far

I close my eyes and the nightmares come
Seeping through my bones
And corrupt my brain
Though through strength I try
But with negative prevail

My brain now lost in a white of lies
Truth such a foreign concept
Much to my dismay
I enjoy the lies I spread
People run from the truth

And that's where I lay
In a pool of crimson fluid
A lake of tears
Red matching the soil
Of the little ones I kill

Body on the floor
With eyes sealed shut
Weakened muscles
Tapping heart with the fade of my soul
Staring at the bright

Wicked games of lies play throughout my head
Much of which result in death
I could run and attack
I could lay and defend
I could murder

Winning again
Top of the ladder
Their heads on a stick
Waving above my next victims
Like a flag for them to surrender

The melody from a sirens call
Screeching through the wind with a howl
Calling out to someone near
Noise of which growing louder and louder
The clapping of a beat in my head

Losing would be a different bad
And evil I not face
For them to surrender means the end
With failure to me
As I not worked for my victory

The concept of failing
Way beyond my youth
For with age I grow
And in power I reek havoc
Long behold a winning streak

Brave alone
With boil in my veins
Crimson fluid flowing down my head
The blade in which that pierce my flesh
Stood straight unlike my legs