Nightmares to the Grieving   Author: 62527  Category:(Poetry) Created:(8/6/2004 6:01:00 AM) This post has been Viewed (409 times) My demon fests inside, A growth I cannot hide. It's twisted conscience dwells, unbalanced, trapped and screaming. Form rage inside my head, Form wicked words, unread. Create a monster with this hate I'm always feeling. My wrath will reign and fall. Like God I'll judge them all. I once was decent but they've, crafted me for evil. Revenge inject my mind. Leave all my dreams behind. I'll grasp this gun in hand, Lurk forth to find these people. Yet I'm unsure of blame. Can't think specific names. I blend each circumstance, Mix fact with dark illusion. All motives cast a-side, This pointing gun is guide. I wander streets and shoot, Let panic fuel confusion. Both minds, contrast, collide. Run reason, leave my side. These screams of prey suffice, a thirst for satisfaction. Dark rivers, red, will pour. Hearts, beating, beat no more. Unsure of what I've done or why I took this action. Be calm.... Exhale and wait. Let justice serve my fate. Confronting destiny whilst standing in the madness. Tension, uncoiled and free. A soothing remedy. I fall to knees and gaze at blood and death and sadness. It's time, embrace me death. Draw out my final breath. Excessive chaos made way, past the point of mending. I raise my gun to head. (Wishing that I were dead). One shot devours me and, I plummet to my ending. ~ Think now, remember me. Test your psychology. Study my damaged life, Bring purpose, form a meaning. Discussion leads a path. Re-lives my aftermath. Turn me to nothing more than, Nightmares to the grieving. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author: 62527 ( Click here ) Spring is coming