Emptiness

Staring at this blank page fills me with dread
Fear strikes my heart and visions fill my head
Blood speaks through the transparent glass
Demons begin the slaughter of unwanted trash
Babies cry as their mothers shield them from fear
Daggers slash and pierce as darkness becomes ever near
While children play their fateful game of hide and seek
In the unmarked graves where loved ones grieve
Great men sit in dark corners shooting up their arms
While young women yearn, fall and self harm
The blinking curser counts down the bodies
As the tolls rise so too the masses
Of unscathed insults sprinkled with love
Smiles to warm the soul tainted with cyanides dove
Hovering over your heart, mind, and soul
Slowly eating away till your mortal will is cold
Torture conducive to pock marked skin
Riddled with the burden of a billion unwashed sins
Forgiveness is futile
Love is juvenile
Life is the culmination of the riots and blood soaked dreams
Spilling like the sands of time into a rift in deaths design
Demons strike angels and manically laugh
As the battered body plummets to the Earth
Crucify them! Bury them alive! Tear them apart!
Tar and feather, rip limb from limb, pierce their heart!
Cries from a demonic choir echo through the sky
All while the Lord of Lords looks down in shame on despair and lies
How can all this appear from a page not yet scarred by my touch?
When all that’s been is the purity of its birth?
This scene of damnation on an unmarked page
Washes over me like the high tides burning waves
All from the absence of anything real
A figment of your imagination snagged by the reel
So do forgive the agony read
It’s just what I see in the darkness of my head