blood soaked vengence

27% of people have homicidal tendencies the rest are just victims.
Let's gaze into the torture box to see the skeletons fester
Cherry red secrets run down the blade into the mouth of society
Black blood boiling beneath
Threatening to burst the thin veil of contentment
Maggots bore through the yellow skin of hypocrites
The purest of hearts torn out by the darkest of nightmares
These wounds cry for the grave
Blood splattered torture machines line walls that crumble at the slightest Touch
Brick red clots cling to the metal surfaces of life
This tourniquet tightens around my neck
Now to stop the vital part
Pierce the skin and stop the heart
Where are all the happy pills when you need them
Hard leather straps bind me to this doomed world
Bones hang out of my legs while there curled
My breaths begin to grow shallow
My stare grows cold as the blade slices my veins
My heart now beats faster in darkness hand
Why must this happen to me?
Because you went sane in a crazy world
As i think about our accursed existence in a world filled with lies
I'm glad I'm no longer apart of it