MURDER OF EMOTION

Ok so this is one of my poems yet again, and I feel that I should warn people that is one is VERY dark. I am not homicidal, and nor was I when I wrote this. It's just a form of expression.


MURDER OF EMOTION

Tears of rage flow from me freely
My anger boils and you can see me,
Starting to loose control and break,
Starting to rip in half and take,

One more laugh,
And no more fake,
Friendships, and respect,
No more speeches on attitude,
If I had money to bet
I would say
Those around me have a low aptitude.

I will not be treated unfairly anymore,
I will get out and make you sore,
I will break your back,
Pull out your eyes
Put them into a sack,
And feed your corpse to the flies.

I will sneak into your home and creep,
Past where your bed post does keep,
An eye on your slumber,
And I will murder you in your sleep.
Even then I will not be sorry for what I have done,
I will have enjoyed it, might even have called it fun.

For no matter what I can be not satisfied,
Or gratified, when you shut,
The door on me for being me.
Do you want me to shout out in glee?
Be happy all the time?
Oh why can’t you just hear,
Even the most beautiful chime,
Still has a note of sadness and of fear.