ok, i have taken the liberty to make my post poetic instead of a song type rhyme scheme.... a bit of a change up....
I call it:

Demented Dreams




For weeks on end
I've craved rotten corpses
lying on dusty streets
with insides turned out
to merge splattered brains
with the misdirected and insane

"Of course not I," outwardly, I express
for they know not, what I've partaken of
Left dead ones stripped and forsaken

I've licked blood off fenders
and I'll tell you this,
for it's not just the road I've killed
rather multiple road-dents
that dented not only my front end

but put holes in my stomach
larger than bottomless pits
and clawed at my throat

Seemingly my residence is evil
Equal to the hunger I’ve fed
Led by the appetite to feast
On blood bled and pain felt
Rain dealt leaves stains of disdain

“Mentally unstable,” no it just couldn’t be me
But I crave death
so I start looking to sleep
deep visualizations invigorate me
taking me to a nightmare for others
yet
to me it’s a fantasy

Gripping the reality that I
may indeed be touched
by the angel of death
to steal breath
from life itself
putting souls in bloodshed melting pot
on wheels......

__________________
[DROPS THE MIC]

Switch (The Poet)



"Cry havok and let slip, the dogs of war"
-William Shakespeare

"Before you judge someone remember...
Amateurs built the arc, Professionals built the Titanic."
-Unknown

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