CrimsonRain's Book of Poetry
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Category:
Original - Misc › Modern Lit
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
767
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
These poems are works of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and a little creepy. I hold exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Tendencies
[Warning! This poem is dark and disturbing]
Tendencies
Falling away from myself I look into the mirror one last time
I sometimes wonder if my sanity has something to do with these tendencies
Tendencies to hurt
Tendencies to destroy
Tendencies to feel someone else’s blood oozing though my fingers
I’m losing control
Since when did I have control?
I laugh as I raise the blade to my throat
I’ve never had control
Control of myself of my vicious tendencies
I cut myself just a little to feel what many of my victims have felt
Not enough
Fresh blood is what I need
I’ve lost control
I walk down the streets looking for my next victim
There she is, a beautiful woman
Soon not to be
I raise the blade to cut her flesh
She doesn’t know that she’s going to die
I laugh as she screams
As her flesh slices so easily
As her blood splatters on the ground
I lick the blade
Blood
So fresh
I laugh as they catch me
As they throw me into a dark cell
As I watch and wait for my next victim
That will never come
These Tendencies of mine
Have caused me to lose my mind
And I laugh at my Tendencies
[9-16-2006]
Tendencies
Falling away from myself I look into the mirror one last time
I sometimes wonder if my sanity has something to do with these tendencies
Tendencies to hurt
Tendencies to destroy
Tendencies to feel someone else’s blood oozing though my fingers
I’m losing control
Since when did I have control?
I laugh as I raise the blade to my throat
I’ve never had control
Control of myself of my vicious tendencies
I cut myself just a little to feel what many of my victims have felt
Not enough
Fresh blood is what I need
I’ve lost control
I walk down the streets looking for my next victim
There she is, a beautiful woman
Soon not to be
I raise the blade to cut her flesh
She doesn’t know that she’s going to die
I laugh as she screams
As her flesh slices so easily
As her blood splatters on the ground
I lick the blade
Blood
So fresh
I laugh as they catch me
As they throw me into a dark cell
As I watch and wait for my next victim
That will never come
These Tendencies of mine
Have caused me to lose my mind
And I laugh at my Tendencies
[9-16-2006]