Life churns noisily
around me
Like an unstoppable
Vortex -
And I am trapped in the
centre,
Ignored, Unwanted,
Invisible.
Laughter springs
joyously
From the mouths of my
tormentors,
As they walk right over
me
Like I'm a
long-forgotten grave.
Shaking, simmering,
seething
I can do nothing but
wait
'til my mind blows and
shatters,
And my eyes blaze
Hellish red.
Give me a gun, give me
a knife,
It's time for me to end
your life.
I step out of the heart
And into the hurricane,
Disturbing the flow
That you have created.
Dead eyes gaze back at
me -
A mass of unfeeling
zombies
Trying to make some
sort of sense
Of what I'm about to
do.
I was never so bad,
Would never hurt
anyone...
But you pushed me,
Shoved me over the
edge.
I have a gun,
I have a knife.
It's time for me
To end your life.
Hell burns through my
veins, and how!
Listen up people, can
you see me now?
© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012
