Random thoughts of destruction

dilated pupils doused in evil

These are just images

Rising out of conscience

I can't hold myself

Responsible

For your disruption

These re only falling

Flakes of reduction

If you see a hole

yet fall in it

That's your retribution

For a while

they never end these

recurring thoughts

catch me by surprise nasty

shocks consume me fiery

thoughts follow me blindly

random thoughts of destruction believe me

These are my drawings

From the dusk of the mind

Can't revive the warmth

overloaded over time

These are just images

Rising out of conscience

I can't hold myself

Responsible

For your disruption

There's no solace no home no comfort of hope

brace yourselves for lonesome gates

closing in from the last punishments

there's no retribution

there's no retribution

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Well. This poem deals with the deep sea of the subconscious. I did not find it very threatening, instead it made me want to know more about the writer.

[Effector Prime]

I feel it plague my mind sometimes.. I'm quite the opposite in nature, but I see and feel things I would never intend in the right mind.. more often than not.. I'd certainly be incarcerated or institutionalised in the least, for harbouring such thoughts and images.. Writing about my complex mind, which is a rather meagre attempt to map it really, is a measure I've learnt I can employ, in turn, to attempt to tame it with.. It worked a few times before.. Those thoughts just vanished.. Only the songs I wrote of them are testament.. Tame all these thoughts of self destruction and all-effacing patterns.. superb review Astri, thanks! :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes. I think that writing about 'disturbing' subject matter can often be very cathartic.