Ramblings

These are my thoughts

Their not exactly what you sought

The smell of death fills the night air

People stop and they stare

The stench of blood

I see your face in the mud

Screams of pain

Run rampant through my veins

Bodies cover the ground

No one moves, no one makes a sound.

These are my feelings I can't control

My life has no reason or goal

Desperate for a better life

So I seek it with a sharp bladed knife

Pain eases pain

Somehow I lost this game

My hearts no longer concealed

Mayhem and murder are what I see

No longer will you disagree

These are my thoughts

Lessons have been taught

The weak are dead

For them my heart has bleed

It's like a disease

My hunger is never appeased

The thirst for blood

Is more viscous then a raging flood

Taking all

Leaving me to crawl

The visions I see

Are almost just a memory

Ones of my grim reaper

And your soul keeper

The smell of the blood

Has only grown and spread

These are my feelings

I have no more life dealings

The voices are swearing

Mocking, loud, and daring

Constantly alone

You should have known

A knife to your throat

Would only make you choke

These are the thoughts

That I have fought

Isn't it chilling

That all I think about is killing?