I'm scared of myself now. Completely and utterly terrified of myself. How the hell did I write this? I'm sick aren't I? I just wrote… definitely an M rate for gore! And I really don't care… I was planning to post this on my collection of poems but it's just too detailed.
Screams
Listen to all the people
Can you hear them scream?
Loud and long
Until they have no breath
Yet they scream again
As the pain ensues
And consumes
As they call for help
That will not come
Thoughts of only the pain
Fill their heads
Until thoughts cannot come
There is only pain
Pain you cannot escape
Feel it burn their being completely to ash
The orange and red dancing across their skin
Beauty leaving black
Smelling smoke
Thick gray smoke
Up their nose
In their mouth
Down their throats
Burning as it goes
Into their lungs
Blocking all oxygen
Suffocating
Burning
Scream because there's nothing else you can do
Knives ripping their living flesh
Blood pouring out of the deep gashes
Hot thick blood
Running down their body
Pooling all around them
Face down they drown
In part of their own life
Screams to take their life
So the pain will cease
Beg until they can't speak
Scream for the little hope you may have
Hands around your neck
With hurtful bruising force
Feel the uneven bump
As the fingers overlap
Opening their mouths wide
Gasping for breath that cannot come
Pulling at the hands at their throat
With little hope
Wasting their energy
And their little breath
Until God gives in
And takes their senses
Scream if they can and struggle if they can't
Rushing cool water around
The current to strong for them to handle
Pulling them wherever it pleases
Struggling to stay afloat
As the water pulls them down
Their clothes heavy
Causing their movement to be impaired
The current like an invisible force
Pulling down with all its might
As they flail up
Down they go
Struggling and using their breath
Resisting the urge
Until they can't
And they take a breath
Of their watery doom
With no gills no air
Only water to choke on
Scream so people know their there
Too many people to fight
And they can't stop them
As they throw them down a hole
Hitting the ground hard
Knocking precious air out of their lungs
It's too deep to climb out of
Panic annihilates their mind
As they feel the weight of the dirt piling on
The pressure so much
They can't move
Can't breath
As it pushes down
Trying to breath
But getting dirt
Suffocating and crushing
Filling all their senses
Scream for the hope that someone will appear
The biting cold all around you
In the air
Dry and crisp
On the ground
Fluffy and deep
Their warm clothes
Melting snow
The wet cold
Everywhere
Their body heat dissipating
As the cold surrounds them
Fills them
Bites them
Their clothes freeze stiff
And so do they
Muscles locking up
Freezing movement
Voice locking up
Body going blue
Color in the white
Scream for help
Scream for hope
Scream for mercy
Scream for there is nothing else to do but
Scream and struggle
Hear the screams
Close your eyes and listen
Picture their demise
Dance to the tune
Hear
Picture
Dance
To the song of Gruesome Deaths
I would've done 7 like the 7 deadly sins but I did 6 because well, I couldn't think of a 7th but if you can tell me, I'll add it on. Why? I don't know. I was sitting outside and my dad was making us be quite so he could hear 'nature' and I sat, then without thinking randomly got up and said "I feel like writing a really depressing poem" and went in. My sister was bugging me so a acted all hyper and happy (I'm pretty good at acting when I want to) and said "I could write about your death! How do you want to die?" and she got freaked out and left. I would be scared too but if she had told me then I probably would've written it but it wouldn't have been her; I couldn't write my own family members death.
