The Nightmare 23: Violence

It's a rhyming half-poem half-laden with half-puns and word trickery.

Violence and misery
Soul depravation

Autonomous disfigurement
Circulatory failure

Skin-deep wounds shallow
Mind-scars scarred deep

Eye sockets hold I
Fissured glass chasm me

Break into tears
Tears in the bone

Itching in my forearms
Forever 'til forsaken

So we'll cut into veins
Saw well into vanity

Passing joke like a fly
Like a fly instant death

Back into depths
My back to the world

I'm tired so teary
Eyes teary so tired

Flagellation incoming
I'm coming funny joke

Abuse the weak
For a week I use

I am used to you
You were used to me

Not anymore
For no more shall all be

I've killed you you're dead
Your death now I'm dead

At last I can sleep
Sleep 'til end days

Violence and misery
Soul dreaming desecration.