Eyes of Dementia

I am superior.

Run all you want, for you shall never escape.

Pray to your God,

your Divine Being,

for mercy against the coming storm.

Can you feel it?

The sharp sensation as the steel penetrates;

a brilliant aura of red.

Death is but a lullaby.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not my best; I didn't like it much.

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First line > Life.

I AM SUPERIOR ARRRRRR *giggle*
Great poem, as always dear <333