Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Saw. They belong to Leigh Whannell (sp) and James Wan. I make no profit.
A/N: Been awhile since I've written anything. This poem hurr is a little warm-up as a result. There's a lack of grammar for a reason, too. …I read it in reverse and it has a different connotation…(At least I thought as much). Well, enjoy! 8D
It all began
With her death
That birthed an existential crisis
Convinced by violence
As you watch the silver blade
Slice through his abdomen
Gives you a thrill
A deep sense of delight as
The lowly are
Put in place
Justice is not a golden scale
But in the deepest shade of crimson
Satisfaction flicks upon your face
As bones are crushed into oblivion
It backfires
So suddenly
Frustration bubbles
Within your blackened core
Cold steel caresses
The whirring of gears
Leaves a bubbling pit of despair
To bubble up as bile
You take the bold alternative
Prying the mechanism off
Bones crack
Flesh tears
It rains red
The desire to maim is great
As fire burns in your azure orbs
Fists clench
Knuckles bleach
Disappearing down the blackest corridor,
You know…
The game is far from over.
The marionette returns to its place.