A calous build as he spins the blades tip on his finger
His eyes slowly close, as his experimental mind lingers
Misdirecting his thoughts, as they travel uncontrolled
The flames that drip from their words dry the mold
Mold of their creation, The being that sits staring at his reflection
Pricking his finger, the deep red aroused what he once mentioned
'Regret what you have spoke, And realize what you provoke!
This beast was born from your long burning word,
But your ignorance will shade you until your innocence is mudered!
When you have finally tasted my flesh, and indulged my mind,
You digest these thorns, when my words have sunk inside...'
But that was so long ago, Before he cut himself free
From the noose that suffocated his reality
The rope mended together by the poisoned sentences
And knotted at the top by his own pennance
Releasing himself from this torture, He can finally breathe
He has opened his eyes to what he should have always seen
Inhaling the actuality of his so called friends
Exhaling his confusion and rage, just quickening the end
The trail of his mind has ended, his eyes mimic half moons
The time of selection has arrived, the darkness fills the room
His mind is through hosting this parasite
As the cold grey connects just right
The inanimacy soon starts to bleed and come to life
He falls to his knees and places his hands over his face
Feeling his future drip from his lips, and tasting his fate
ehh i hate rhyming... anyways... get votes in here.