Don't Forget the Gory Fun

This is how It begins

A white gown,

Plaited blonde hair,

A face,

With empty eyes and an empty smile.

A pile of bloody corpses lay

Upon a forgotten hill outside a hospital

Products of a certain child’s play

Ripped and torn beyond recognition

Don’t worry...

This is just a Story,

A painless Story,

A Story about killing People

The child was mad with loneliness

And fear and despondence

She couldn’t live in the realm of sanity

So with a smile so queer,

She ripped apart her doctor dolls

And her psychologist toys,

Though in her mind that’s what they were,

In the minds of you and I,

It’s Life

This is a Story,

Only a Story,

A Tale of lifeless People,

Slick, Squish go her fingers

Dripping with crimson wetness

Her laughter echoes off the walls,

As she paints a Picture book of dead people,

Rip, Tear go the knives

Into people,

As her life goes on, uninterrupted

Unaware of the havoc she causes

This is a Story,

Just a Story,

My Story,

A Story about killing People

This is how It ends

Red rags,

Dripping crimson hair,

A face,

With empty eyes and an empty smile.

Reviews

[Serenity]

its sad and tragic but very well written, it tells of saddness and grief. and it shows the bloody mess that life can be