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"Innocent Souls Slaughtered by a Bastard"
To some random, smuck TV Personality -
"So, do you think that he was a sociopath"
"Hmm; I think that that's to Vague of a
Presumption to Quote him as"
"But, they say that he frequented the
place for three years before he acted
out so extremely"
"Hmm"
"And, they say that he also was as they
are"
"Well, Yes"
"And, they say that while he was carrying
out these uber-violent crimes upon
these innocent people, that he was
talking to his Wife on the phone
and told her that he loved her;
and, then hung up and finished
his business there and then,
also killed himself"
"Well, what do you say to all of these
testimonies that seem self-evident"
"Well, I say to this" ...
"I Say that, we're all Sociopathic,"
On this Shit we Feed; I just want to be
put into a fucking straightjacket and
put in a cell - not padded - where I
can bounce my head off of the
fucking wall
I still feel to much inside and take
these atrocities to hard
My heart scars over every time I
hear such things; but, I've yet to
have become dead to it all
I roll them around my brain, but,
still haven't been able to grasp
any substantial reasoning
So, I feel RAAAGGGEEE; and, I
feel sick, my stomach inside
turns and I lose my fucking
shit
I want to grab my heart and rip
it out of my chest; if someone
give me a bulletproof vest, I'd
slap them with it in the face,
and, say...
"Shoot Me You Fucking Bitch!"
And, I, I, I...
I just want to be put into a FUCKING
straightjacket and thrown into a cell
- not padded - where I can bounce
the murderers head that I tore off
of his rotting corpse off of the wall
Cause I still feel to much inside and
take these senseless atrocities to
GODDAMNED hard
My heart scars over every time I hear
such things; but, I've yet to it all to
have become dead...
So, I just sit here with pulsing veins,
seeing...
RED
*For the 49 innocents slaughtered
and those who loved them, now
left behind to try and find peace,
and, the scores who were also
injured and have yet to recover.
"So, do you think that he was a sociopath"
"Hmm; I think that that's to Vague of a
Presumption to Quote him as"
"But, they say that he frequented the
place for three years before he acted
out so extremely"
"Hmm"
"And, they say that he also was as they
are"
"Well, Yes"
"And, they say that while he was carrying
out these uber-violent crimes upon
these innocent people, that he was
talking to his Wife on the phone
and told her that he loved her;
and, then hung up and finished
his business there and then,
also killed himself"
"Well, what do you say to all of these
testimonies that seem self-evident"
"Well, I say to this" ...
"I Say that, we're all Sociopathic,"
On this Shit we Feed; I just want to be
put into a fucking straightjacket and
put in a cell - not padded - where I
can bounce my head off of the
fucking wall
I still feel to much inside and take
these atrocities to hard
My heart scars over every time I
hear such things; but, I've yet to
have become dead to it all
I roll them around my brain, but,
still haven't been able to grasp
any substantial reasoning
So, I feel RAAAGGGEEE; and, I
feel sick, my stomach inside
turns and I lose my fucking
shit
I want to grab my heart and rip
it out of my chest; if someone
give me a bulletproof vest, I'd
slap them with it in the face,
and, say...
"Shoot Me You Fucking Bitch!"
And, I, I, I...
I just want to be put into a FUCKING
straightjacket and thrown into a cell
- not padded - where I can bounce
the murderers head that I tore off
of his rotting corpse off of the wall
Cause I still feel to much inside and
take these senseless atrocities to
GODDAMNED hard
My heart scars over every time I hear
such things; but, I've yet to it all to
have become dead...
So, I just sit here with pulsing veins,
seeing...
RED
*For the 49 innocents slaughtered
and those who loved them, now
left behind to try and find peace,
and, the scores who were also
injured and have yet to recover.
Published 20th Jun 2016
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21st Jun 2016 1:55pm
i don't think that this particular series of events
(or those of a similar nature)
are never easy to to process
& then... cement into words
*
that said, i like the progression of tone in this
there is a certain air of detachment in
the first few stanzas and then...
... emotional whiplash
it's most effective
apart from a few grammatical errors, i cannot fault this
brava on a great write
(or those of a similar nature)
are never easy to to process
& then... cement into words
*
that said, i like the progression of tone in this
there is a certain air of detachment in
the first few stanzas and then...
... emotional whiplash
it's most effective
apart from a few grammatical errors, i cannot fault this
brava on a great write
21st Jun 2016 3:53pm
Amazing, poignant, and powerful write Pan. I think poets, writers, and artists in general (and I know for sure me in particular) all tend you feel things just a little bit more than anyone else, that's why we're able to connect with people thru our craft. I loved this ink because it really kinda shows that to be true. _shadoe_ said it perfectly.
The amount of imagery and blatant emotion you put into this write captured what SOOOO many are thinking and feeling...thank you for putting those feelings into words for those who are not able to.
The amount of imagery and blatant emotion you put into this write captured what SOOOO many are thinking and feeling...thank you for putting those feelings into words for those who are not able to.
