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Something to be said for that old addage of 'Don't judge a book by it's cover). It really does apply to people as well.

Grey matter's gone black
Mind scrambled, brain damaged,
vision going red
thought's undone, the seals un-managed,
somethings stirred, by the inner screams of agony,
a language of pure violence
screaming in a deafening cacophany
A growling inside,
begging to be released
morality, humanity cast aside
giving in gladly, gone, ceased...
the only escape..
The killswitch engaged
But the only thing gone is logic
The beast awakens, enraged
You pushed without knowing,
What I kept locked inside.
Your folly now rewarded,
With that shiver down your spine
That deep dark growl
Makes your raw nerves tingle
But no respite for you...
It's motive is single...
Unmasked hate and
fixated on your blood
Shaking off every sign of frailty
Raw Feelings of pure animosity
Now there's no safety.
Pushed, cornered
bullied, tortured
sanity breaking
fractured, quartered
With your joy turning to fear
the visage you see now altered
looking into the eyes of a real monster
you stop, you stare, you falter
Way down below the spark lights
Setting the fire moving up at a fatal velocity
reason fades,
Complete loss of synchronicity
The red mist descends,
vision occluded to sight
Instincts alert
The beast, now a shimmer in flight
Fangs bared,
claws extracted
lightning striking, invisible fatal movements
tis a blood soaked dance, It won't be distracted
slashing, tearing, ripping evisceration,
bathing in claret from every laceration
the unquenchable Blood lust ignited,
unchained,unstoppable purest joy unbridled
satisfaction, elation, blackest perversion
decadence, dementia, depravity unrivaled
blood lust quenched,
gorged and satiated,
again, it fades to slumber
awaking again to find it abated..
breathing deep the cold air,
too cowardly to look around
walking briskly away
Joy and fear in equal parts abound..
you half smile, while wondering,
was losing your humanity worth what you found??

-Brokeded

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy it :)

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one is a hymn to inner turmoil. The images tumble out unrestrained, often seeming totally unconnected. Sounds like pressured speech and a mind making unseen connections with lightning rapidity. In reading the poet's homepage, I can see where this flood of imagery comes from. Mania is hard not to recognize.

[Sir Psychosis]

Hi John. Thank you kindly for reading my work and taking time out to leave a review. You surmised correctly my friend, this poem is indeed more emotion over matter. Most of my work comes from strong sway of emotions or negative feelings. Kind regards, Sir Psy.