Back to basics

Doomed to itself,
cursed to the dead,
blood dripping
from the blade
onto the floor.
A smile
on the face of the killer,
after the end.
We did not see it,
yet we know
what happened.
Two gun shots,
enter and exit the body,
blood splatters everywhere,
creating a pool.
Then comes the rats,
to eat the body,
then the cats,
to eat the rats.
An on going battle,
yet people are foolish.
With a bloody knife in hand,
or a gun missing two shells,
the blood is the same,
the body is the same,
everything becomes the same.
Insanity causes it,
the darkness feeds it,
facts fears it,
love harms it.
This world rotates
is the same way,
constantly.
It never misses a moment,
to it,
everything is the same,
we are just a sickness,
on the face of the earth.
Our blood flows,
our minds scream,
our lungs burst,
blood flows everywhere,
our minds shut down,
our lungs become useless.
and everything,
everything,
will never be the same.
As the darkness backs off,
you become normal again,
you smell the body at your feet,
you see the blood on your shoes,
you feel the knife in your hand
you can taste blood on your lips,
you can hear the rats on the floor.
The pool of blood just grows,
and sucks you in,
and a smile grows on your face