One Shots

A Psychopath's Mind

I am an anomaly.
One you haven't seen
yet the one you gave birth to
I stand here staring
at the sunlight pouring in
Taking joy in the screams
That echo through the walls.
You made me this way
You are to blame
You are the reason
Blood seems like a colourful way
To paint
Red is such a strong colour
Its strength unworthy of your pale skins
That's why it must flow
Flow like the water in rivers
Flow so that it compliments
Your dull coverings
And this flow brings with it
the rejoiceful sounds of your screams
They can be described as bloodcurdling
Which is quite amusing since
I inflict then upon you to see
The same blood you scream about
You lungs are strong
to support such monsterous
Tremulous sounds but it's quite naive
Of you to think that it'll help in any way.
Why should it?
The sounds you make
in order to be helped
Can be silenced by a mere slash
Of my knives to your abdomen
or simply by beheading you.
You are children whose
physical appearances only change
You are helpless and alone
And your nature is what makes you this way
So what I do to you is in fact a gift
A gift you should be joyful to take
Just as I am enthused to give it to you.
I spoke my mind yet
Your eyes are wide
You stomach full of dread
You think you are safe even then
But turn around and you might just be surprised
Your walls waiting to turn
Crimson like the rest.