The only way i am truly at peace is when i watch the blood flow <br />dark, thick, warm & flowing, even gushing <br />from my arms or the throat of another <br />relieving the pain for now <br />hands are stained in red again <br />the only way a sadistic mind functions is by watching others fail <br />the only real remedy. this is all i ever knew. too different for the others to conceive <br />every one says......One day you will hit rock bottom <br />I never hit it, i was born there <br />don't remember me <br />never existed <br />stuck in this head full of pure sick hate. I bring my own pain <br />always full of rage <br />hurting for the things I only wish I had <br />til my bloody hands are wrapped around another's neck <br />is this going mad? <br />they'll never understand, <br />not this time, not ever, not until I complete them. <br />I look at them from my distant world of fear & despair, <br />where only <br />I can survive. <br />they're so weak, sick and strangely tempting. <br />I feel my hands call my name, <br />though it sounds like forks on a plate <br />or a blackboard scratched with hate, <br />I have to listen because they're the only friends I ever had. <br />My tools, <br />My life, <br />My heartbeat.<br /><br />neo riddick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-mad-3/
