Dark Thoughts

When a pen becomes a sword
What do we do with all the blood we've drawn?
Holding back tears until they overflow
A child's life was held in the balance
And the scale was the hands of a monster
Pulling and straining to come to life
Yearning to be set loose to snuff out what morals cannot choose
Is it right to let a young boy die,
All because he is less of a person then the rest of us?
He brings no joy and only pain
Getting pleasure from nothing
Only surviving on the most primal level
Becoming in one fell swoop his executioner
Realizing at that moment that life is so fragile
Like porcelain it can be beautiful yet easily snapped
Snuffed out in an instant like it never was
Is this what makes the little boy cry,
Knowing that the man who protects him is a killer inside?
That with less then half strength he is capable of harm
Fearing my own body I'm close to cursing myself
Did I make this for myself and why?
I'm so tired of blaming my anger on the others
Yet when I am real and I don't hold it back
I can say that I hate this child and want to watch him die
To be the hands that end his life
For all the hell and torture he's put me through
Only days left now and I'm craving that one final shot
Fists that puncture skulls with blows brought with force
You will now feel the pain that you gave me
Holding onto hope that it will pass with a relieved breath
I am not the one to trust with pushing away dark thoughts
Counting down the days I feel as if a funeral march is to be played
Mourners in black surrounding a casket filled with nails
Bury the little bastard alive and fill his chest knives
Fire into the box and litter his body with bullets
Dreams of a madman come alive when I speak my thoughts
Don't just dismiss this
The calling card of an evil mastermind
I want to be the one that helps him fall
Forever slipping into a black hole
Nothing would satisfy me more then to pull the trigger on this one
Here's to flipping the switch without eyes shut
Wanting nothing more then to remember your last breath
I've become the murderer of the insane and I like it
No one said human retribution was a pretty thing
And if this is ugly then it is the worst of them all
Queen of the damned take hold of this heart so that nothing will stop me now
After this there no coming back