Guards down
Weapons dropped
Atrocious destruction
Heroes fallen
Covered in carmine
Pushed down
On the ground
Kicked as if a sport
One beat
Two beat
Three, I am out
Highly susceptible to
Too much pain
Atrocity appears
Blade on my skin
Scarlet before ivory
Marked before conceal
Under my skin
Malice voices amalgamated
Within my head
Inner voices surge
Infecting me
Bringing me more pain
And terror
And destruction
All susceptibility
About to grenade
I try to retaliate
But I cannot
There are consequences
Malignancy becomes severe
Manically disheartened
Destructive to self
Screaming and crying
Hitting my head
Slicing myself to crimson
Breaking in depth
Drowning in hallucinations
Screaming as a banshee
Pushing people at my way
Running away
Without looking back
Hitting against the walls
Drywall collapses
Concrete cracks
Carpets set to arson
Paper hearts torn
Shredded to jigsaw puzzles
Nothing will complete me
Screaming resumes
Louder than ever
As the building reverberates
As the wineglasses break
As ears ring in deafness
By my banshee cries
Mermaids drown on land
Medusa’s victims turn solid
Unicorns lost their magic
All caused by me
All caused by my pain
All caused by my terror
As more paper hearts shred
As more paper dolls decapitate
Witnesses avert me
Witnesses never sympathize
Witnesses never care
About me and my heart
About what I go through
Every day, as I lay
Lamenting and screaming
How much I want to
Never wake up again
From my self-induced coma
As I sleep away
All the atrocity
All the suffering
I don’t want to wake up
From this wicked night terror
By day and by night
Never wake up again
Never perceive reality again
Stay within my night terrors
Until I have ceased breathing
Until my heart ceased beating
Wait until paper dolls
Separate by shears
I want them disconnected
I abhor them so much
I want them to feel
How I truly feel
About loneliness in depth
About lamenting by heartbreak
About being the lone wolf
No friends, no lovers
Just pure abandonment
Just pure rejection
I want them to feel
Nothing but despondency
I want them to lament
The way I lament
I want to bring them pain
I want to bring them atrocity
So they can be mutual
With my own emotions
So they can feel
What I go through every day
I want their hearts massacred
Just like mines
I want them as banshees
Screaming in painful lament
Just like me
I want them as glass and paper
So they can be mutual
With my own inner pain
I want them deceased
So they can eternally
Leave me alone
Get rid of their voices
In my surging hallucinations
I want them dead
I want them dead
I want them dead
Let their pain and suffering commence
So they can feel like me
I just want them to know
What it is like to be
The rose without thorns
All wilted and powerless
Until my December