Gone

Narrative poem about madness

Gone

Hands shaking, cold sweats pour

Anxiety, inner rage perfectly stirred

Nothing to lose when he saw dawn

His life, already long gone

A blank state of mind

Shell shocked, his head is in bind

Steadily enlightening fury

A lightened heart miraculously buried

Mark of the beast, he emerges

"Kill them all" he softly rages

Pushed to the edges, no one to guide him

Bright familiar faces turn grim

"Hell it is then hell it will be" he whispers

Echoes of dying hope glitters

Staring at nothing lying in his bed

Lust for blood as he saw red

Gentle footsteps, his step fathers gun rack

Kevlar vest, 3 magazines packed

Hoodie and a mask, its better to be unseen

A rusted kitchen knife and an AR-15

Darkened eyes, a blackened heart

He takes a deep breath before the madness starts

Salty seas behind the eyes, a final farewell

"I'll take as many with me before I am gone."

Kick the door open, the sight of him caused the neighbors to quiver

The horizon screeched delirium, as he pulled the trigger