Buried deep in this ghost filled basement
Useless, desperate and lonely silence surrounds me
Reaching the stupid frightened unworthy souls I have collected
Ideal cemetery of silent terror, murder and confusion
Endless hurt, hate and anger fill my sinking dream nightly
Depression, suicide and death, chisel their way into my willful mind
Innocence and courage replaced by awesome pain
Numb are my drowning thoughts of my affliction
Tense scared expressions leave me emotionless
Hell is nothing to this asylum I call my life
Ever the existence of pills and smell of stale alcohol
Blood falling to the cold stone floor
Axe and knife my instruments of torture
Scissors used masterfully in these skilful hands
Empty heart failing to see only beauty in death
Murderous minds spiteful of their victims wish to die
Ending with their ripping gestures of final peace
Now I lie, as I amaze myself in my seething rampage
To return again tomorrow with another unsuspecting victim
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
you can just write about anything you want to cant you?Well it was good as far as dark goes
you are the master my friend and your poem a winner
~Tia
