murdeR junkiE
(Vicarious empathy makes for strange thoughts)
in the lengthy shadows that are cast
by a malignant reality fractured
i anticipate an evening’s repast
and succumb to inimical raptures
a twisted testament of purulent hate
emotive, driving and pure
not just my will do i subjugate
as lucid moments become faint and fewer
i will exploit your fragile mortality
destroying you, and all you believe
in a downward spiral of miasmic morality
detruncated leftovers, to mourn and grieve
a void of compassion, consequence and guilt
i wallow in deleterious glee
exsanguination: all blood is spilt
no one is innocent, no one is free
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
The One Sound From My Childhood I Wish I Could Hear Again
When I think about my childhood, many memories come rushing back—long summer days, dusty playgrounds, and evenings spent laughing with family. But among all those memories, there is one thing I miss more than anything else: a simple sound that once filled my world with comfort and happiness.
By Imran Ali Shah3 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
That last line is proper punchy!
Oooooh. this I likey...thanks for directing me to this lil bit of darkness, Brenton! Excellent!