Pop pop pop
Three shots to the head
Cranial juices
The color, grey and red
crimson and slate
Run rampant through my psyche
Washed out hate
Breathlessly binds me
My eyes block the light
Through narrowed slits of rage
Blurred sight
Blood and sweat
Mix on the stage
My anger a vehicle
A mind of its own
With reckless tendencies
I have not prepared to atone
Do us all a favor
And tie me to this post
The sirens call for vengeance
For which I thirst for the most
These monsters are not me
They simply shared my face
I don't claim these atrocities
Innocence is but a waste
Drenched in mistakes
In a puddle of consequence
My compass erased
I am now guided by
Chaos and happenstance
Shrouds fall upon me
With slow velvet dances
Blackness surrounds me
All while the devil prances
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