Gone Crazy

Gone Crazy

A Poem by Becca

Blood, metal, and bodies.
It's all that surround me.
I went crazy again.
Knifes spread out around me,
Jammed in each victim.
Twelve in all tonight.

I guess I went crazy again.
It happens once in a while.
After everything has been bottled up too long,
I go crazy for blood, crazy for murder.
What brings me the most joy is those blood curdling screams.
It makes me smile with relief, smile with such happiness.

Best thing of all: no one ever expects it.
It usually happens in the middle of the night,
During a cold winter twilight.
Once white snow now turned pink.
Crimson red is my favorite color.
It brings me to peace just to see it leak out of their hearts.

Blood, metal, and cold bodies.
It's all that surrounds me.
I lost it again, but maybe it's for my best.
To loose my mind and let my fate take course.

It's funny how they never caught me yet.
Always taking extra care that my DNA is no where in sight.
Gloves and hats, shoes smooth at the bottom.
They all cover my tracks.

Sometimes I like to pretend that I was a victim of the attacks.
The only victim that made it alive.
I've fooled them every time.
Blood, metal, and ice cold bodies.
They are my only friends.

I bet I go crazy again in about a year.
Metal blades, iron rich blood, and cold bodies that once carried a pulse.
It's all a crazy girl could ask for.
It's all I ever cared about.

© 2013 Becca


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Added on February 22, 2012
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Becca
Becca

Rochester, NY



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