The piano storms through the sonata,
the violins screech in their song,
the classical music is a beast now
there's no soothing this monstrosity.
The Ipod's stained garnet,
no longer white,
as the music blares out of headphones
to ears no longer listening
of a soulless golem in tantrum
but it does it job,
blocking out the screams
The spirit sits back,
behind the flesh and bone,
where the music is still sweet
and mind still stable,
in a faery land of sanity
and peace
and love.
Crunch!
Crack!
Scream!
Slice!
Splash...
thud.
On the rampage long empty of intent
a crusade lost of purpose
the bodies fall to the ground
at the hands of empty ice
stained with the essence of innocence.
Take a deep breath,
this gore you've never seen before
the creature no longer human, killed
till it even died of defense
and the flood ran red
and world was painted crimson
Something shattered
and something broke
not only the victims in pieces
but the murderer who no longer spoke.
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