Aftermath

The eerie silence is deafening,
the streets litter with dead bloods
blood puddles like rain
draining in the sewers.

Unaware of what's going on,
unsure why a gun is in my hand
I looked around.
A mirror flashes to me
I come to it,
cheek red with recent laughter
shaking with recent excitement.

Understanding come to me
I slams my fist on the mirror
shattering it, I grab one of the shards
and sliced my arm, letting the blood oozes out.

The boy whimpers and cries as he keeps
cutting himself, letting the blood oozes out
so he can dip his finger in it and write a message.
Once he is complete with the message, he picked up a gun
points to his head, and pull the trigger.

Blood spews out, adding onto the message
that says...
Schizophrenia freaks should not be kept alive.

Author's Note

Random Random Random! Wanted to write a poem about Schinzophrenia, which is basically one person having two personality that switches and so on forth. What do you think?

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

This is an excellent poem. I love the aggressiveness in the words penned here. Good job and write on..........