PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Evil tactician my only mission,

I open flesh and carve nerve tissue,

without a weapon,

a murder without religion,

turn my cross up side down

I praise the dark vision,

dark rooms fill my taste buds,

knifes and razors the cause of my cuts,

ill shut the tunnels

that make a passage for your blood,

strangle your heart,

my thick dark structure can stick like gum,

exchange the color of your blood,

make your good mind turn wrong,

an unknown person a variety of people will envision,

mother ask whats wrong ,

dear lord what have you done to my son,

my structure you can deny,

ill creep from the cement floor to your mind,

make my passage from your ear hole

to the center of your mind and heart,

in seconds I can adapt to any habitat,

ill drain all of you,

till vacancy is within,

make you lose contact with god,

sit on cold cement writing whats on mind,

yet I deny your feelings,

and it is I who speaks with rage