A Poem by The Forgotten Pen

Something I cooked up when I had an hour to myself, tell me what you think.

A painful reality where I am forced to dwell,
Rude words and actions make it my personal hell,
Abandon my sanity,
Free myself from their vanity,
A chorus of screams,
Delightful cries,
And I smile.

My tormentors destroyed,
Now I am annoyed,
The voices begin to tickle,
Madness began in a trickle from a drop,
Now I can't stop,
My mind has become a river, a mirror,
The opposite of clear,
A whisper in my ear,
The end is now near.

The demons in blue are here,
A scream drenched in madness,
With a glimmer of gladness,
Made dimmer by sadness,
Of a useless life now lost.

My life's blood runs red,
The demons claim my head,
Now for once and for all I am dead,
And I smile.

© 2011 The Forgotten Pen

Author's Note

The Forgotten Pen
I'd appreciate tips on creative language.

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Added on November 4, 2011
Last Updated on November 12, 2011
Tags: insanity, schizophrenia, outcast, hallucination, murder, sadism, police, shooting


The Forgotten Pen
The Forgotten Pen

Littlesmalltown, PA

I enjoy writing, that's all. more..