My name is Death

Barren streets
Lined with bones
Riddle my memories
That find their home
In my nightmare landscapes.

Now with twisting agony
I find myself at the end of a knife
But not the blade
I am the handle
Sick with the need to fight.

I feel the wetness
Line my palms
And I draw closer
The dark redness
Which tastes of metal.

I rise to my feet
Ignoring the sirens
They cannot harm me
Just as the years
Do not age me.

The wails give way
To explosions and gun fire
That ricochet around me
I smile at the patheticness
Of the men of law.

I scream in my head
Bashing at the darkness
But it beckons me to sleep
I reach out with my
Last ditch effort.

Vain
It will not falter
I can merely watch
My own destruction
And it's trailing path.

There you stand
Ready to stop
My insane blood lust
It is only after
That I can scream.

Eyes devoid
Of any light
A demonic path
That leaves me alone
With myself
Death
 

Reviews

[YaneeKA]

Great writing, I like your style

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

this is so very very dark...but i really like it; its very eloquent and well written so well done, love! another great piece :D