River Of Red


27 Nov, 2012 12:06 PM
I lay by the river stained in blood red, 
evil thoughts appear in my head, 
I grin at the soon to be mangled corpses of the dead, 
my anger erupts, 
violent and abrupt, 

I pull out my gun, 
they scream and run, 
I laugh as I shoot them down one by one, 

he begs on his knees trembles and cries, 
I feel no empathy I want him to die, 
his eyes widen as I unsheathe my knife, 
he stares in horror he know's in strife, 
I cut his neck open into a big red grin, 
I am the evilest of all the sins, 

I have completely lost control 
just another tortured soul
I burn all the rest that remain 
I love it, I love it 
I'm so fucking insane 

I chuckle at the misery and pain, 
I watch curiously their melting skin, 
I've let out the demon within, 
he lets out a mighty roar, 

there's not enough blood he needs much more,
I sink my hammer into one of their heads, 
a sickening crunch his head snaps, dead 
I keep pounding and pounding till metal meets bone, 
I'm so lost and misguided left all alone, 

I get on my knees and I cry tears of blood,
so this is what I have become? 
I pull out my gun and place it on my head,
for a split second I feel extreme pain from the white hot lead, 
I fall forward adding to the river of red, 
just another lifeless body to add to the dead.
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alex says:
20 Nov, 2014 01:39 AM

man i made your poem part of my English project and i am thoroughly impressed with it. gg m8

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Seth says:
05 Dec, 2016 03:11 PM

I thought this poem was dope asf really good, keep it up

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