'Ah, the little dears are squealing with pain, <br />How joyous! ' <br />How joyous indeed, <br />'Oh joyous rapture! ' <br />Mouth quivers in the lips of a madman <br />Too many times have you (I) felt such a way, <br />Too far (thus far) <br />Too many (too much you mean) <br />Stick my hands through sharp butcher knives <br />Smelling for blood (sniff sniff) <br />And you (I) shall giggle <br />'Hee hee.' <br />Rip my soul a thousand times over <br />I will shiver with glee <br />'Stop, stop, stop tickling me! ' <br />Hm, too much you say? <br />Too much for myself, too many voices <br />You (I) am too much for a mere human <br />My mind has been raped over and over again until <br />My nerves regress to bloody murder (hell) <br />You (I) am tortured inside and you (I) <br />Can hold, <br />Thyself (hold me) <br />Beat upon the tiled walls <br />It’s real <br />All of it’s <br />Real <br />They hurt <br />You (I) , <br />they bleed <br />why do my wounds open <br />and close <br />over and over <br />again <br />why must it be that my (your) <br />soul <br />that is <br />torn <br />over and under <br />ripped, shredded, excavated! <br />Cry myself to sleep <br />'Ssh deary, tis fine, <br />In the morning perhaps <br />Yes <br />Perhaps.' <br />Place me in the crazy house now before… <br />(before I hurt someone) <br />I break <br />You break <br /> Bloody murder. <br /> Red. Red blood, <br /> And a madman who reopens <br />Wounds <br />Over and over <br />Again.<br /><br />Yazzy Nixon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-me-64/
