Superheroes

Edited version of one of my own pieces. (Kill Me) -hope its acceptable-
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Tear out my guts,
Smash in my brain,
Claw out my heart,
But don't leave a stain.

Break all my bones,
Rip all my veins,
Drink all my blood,
Give me more pain.

Slice me to shreds,
Drown out my cries,
Stab all my wounds,
And watch while I die.

Freeze all my arteries,
Burn all of my skin,
Cut out my tongue,
Deepen your sin.

Carve into my flesh,
Flood both my lungs,
Pick out my eyes,
Now go load your guns.

Shoot at my skull,
Fracture my ribs,
Dissect my spine,
Mutilate my lips.

Hack at my neck,
Dislocate my hands,
Pull out my fingernails,
Scatter them across the lands.

Shove me in the furnace,
Cover the crime,
Kill me again,
In another lifetime.

But I’ll be back,
Don’t worry my dear,
Don’t breathe so easy,
You have everything to fear.

You scratch my back,
I scratch yours,
Don’t fret my dear,
Its pointless to lock the doors.

That promise I made,
That I won’t leave you alone,
I plan to honor that,
Until the day you turn to stone.

So don’t give me that face,
I missed you so much,
Don’t tell me that,
Your not over that grudge?

So I was resurrected,
A few times more than twice,
And killed a few thousand people,
But it just doesn’t suffice!

I’ll be back for you, love,
Just you wait and see,
Around the world,
Is where you would be.

But I hope you don’t mind,
I scatter you not in dust,
But bones and ripped flesh,
It just does amazing things for my bloodlust.

Nemesis

Tired of flying
tired of hiding who I really am
tired of looking as hopelessly
how every day, they're wasting their lives
in the solemn game, in this dirty society
my solemnly allies will dance over bones.

Today is a different day, I am reborn again
a hope will burn of fire upon them
for those who choose to be doped in the media
for those who simply turn the gaze

         no one will be safe

coincidences are pursued only by fools
so do not expect from my any doubt
from my thoughts the tortures of their fears
of my hands shall strike fire and ice

I will rejoice in their sorrow
my kingdom will rise from their wounds
No longer heard the cries of lament
the misery of their lives with them I will take
can say that I am who condemns the living dead
but already condemned themselves

perhaps you can not feel
perhaps you can not smell
but know the time has come
their putrefaction and their sins I will end

Thank you Ashley and Billy for your entries

Thank you to everyone that entered.
Congrats Kristany, your poem had the most passion.
To the runner-ups, Levi, yours made ma laugh, and Panama, I like the contemplative nature of yours.

Thank you Indie!! For an amazing oppurtunity,and everyone did so well.. really fantstic writes on here..

Thanks for the runner up