Inside my mind.

Inspired from a song.

 

Welcome to start of this evil escapade, I’m a criminal mastermind drag drugged in scene..slightly insane, or so it would seem. Simple to say, I’m as fucked as can be, forced into the asylum before I even learnt to speak. as dark and ominous images appear in my mind, I’ll be sat in the corner swiftly sipping cyanide to bring out my violent side but then I’ll laugh later. A generic backstabbing life traitor.. its all part of this harsh nature. Signing the papers at birth a failure, exempt from any sanity clause they’d try pinning on me later. Calculating calculations in cultivation of my cerebrum, the mental capability needed to escape. I’m biding my time. sitting in my padded cell snorting invisible lines, I’m just a repeat offender,

 

“that kid who put kittens in blenders!”

 

I love to see blood running thick consistency, ruby coagulated and twisted imagery. I can’t hide what I’m not trying to be but behind this painted smile are lots of sharply filed teeth.

 

 “this is going to be the end.”

 

verbally I rape your nervous system and implant my infection, hitting you where it hurts, watching laughing on the floor while you quickly go biserk. The blood in my mouth gleaming as I take to the sky. The great escape from the asylum to the sounds of people screaming. But I just fade into dark.

 

“hahahaha..”

 

My character flaws implausible as I storm down the halls. Bolting the doors and slamming the walls. I’m in disguise, I’m hiding with a case of smiling ghosts whispering.

 

“It’s evil power will course through your veins..”

 

did I mention previously I’m slightly insane? Straight jacket doctors emit shock therapy tables. Seeing things and smiling because I swallowed the pills behind poisonous labels. Get out of my mind this asylum is mine!. Twisting and turning as I fight the faces of fish that died. I’m hiding blind again in my space pod, waiting for the call from the mother ship doesn’t sound so odd.. so now I’m back in the asylum a home away from home. More cracks on my dome than a w***e without a home. Laughing hysterical and injections make me dream. I’m painfully playful after the solution that is fatal. I’m slaying the angels, I’m tainted with hatred. The harlequin of hate with explosives in the basement.

 

Author's Note

a.r.w

Reviews

[Xfaerie corpseX]

wow.....


awesome and dark


kinda bad abt slaying angels though.


but ur work is your own.


still like it though