I unfold my soul straddled on razor sharp edge.

Life is shoving me relentlessly over bottomless abyss.

Searching aimlessly for the hidden periphery

of insanity, I hastily gather it into pockets of my mind,

throwing meaningless words into yawning mouth.

Top spinning round and round hits a brick wall,

hiding on teetering verge of throbbing madness,

hovering on the fringe of where I was yanked,

trying to avoid being pummeled by reality.

One half hangs over the ledge, trapped in

a void consumed by unhappy endings.

As I watch the frantic rise and fall of my chest,

cracks in my faint heart swallow me whole.

creaking walls 

bloody hands 

murderous lips 

white tissue stuck in betwen the teeth 

skin peeled back 

knife dragged through the skin 

body limp and lifeless 

rope tightend around the neck 

her hands murderous 

dipped in the hands of boiled blood 

predmediated murder 

painting on the wall 

little girls 

dressed in white 

one draw 

and unfinished 

her hair ginger curls 

her eyes green 

her skin pale 

her dress 

longer than the others 

in her hand is a knife 

stabbed in the eyes 

of a boy 

one who is similar in look 

but is painted as just a mere baby 

whistles around the corners 

of your name 

light dancing on the walls 

white walls peeling back

busting 

with intensines 

that look as if they have been teethed on 

dead children pacted 

and nailed to the board of the wall 

eyes sullen 

and tattoed on there skin 

are your names 

you killed them 

you stabbed them 

look at your hand 

your holding the knife 

why did you 

to push the knife in them 

what did they do 

to deserve this?

there staring at you 

there saying help me 

help me 

you pierced daggers in 

their eyes 

you looked down at their merciless bodies 

and toke them out of there mercy 

and stabbed them in the heart 

to quicken the process 

you slipped each body in a straight jacket 

you boarded them in the walls of your house 

why do you think your walls have bulges in them ?

go get the knife and peel off the paint 

and discover your skins 

I didn't kill them 

you did 

your a murder 

you got up late 

and went on a rampage 

you killed them 

your mind was insync with the devil 

you tried to rip the knife 

from meeting theese poor helpless vitims 

you tried to kill yourself 

to avoid the consiceneces 

of guilt 

you heard there voices 

you kept stabbing and watching them cough up the blood 

of your sins 

you hands no matter how much you wash your hands 

you can never watch off the smell of blood 

it tinges your noise 

and causes you to drop the red bottle of wine in your hand 

you mouth stained cherry red 

you throw your head back 

and pull your hair back 

and throw up over the toilet 

blood 

the walls peel back 

there souls come from the wall 

and reach around your neck and choke 

you 

the rope tied around your neck 

hands dipped in cold blood 

your sprawled on the floor of your bedroom

it was meant to look like succide 

but it was really murder 

he was hearing voices 

the voices are what killed him 

but you are what made it worse 

you told him 

to kill the voices 

so he killed them 

he pulled the rope tighter around his neck until he couldn't breath