My blood lust quenched, my teeth sink into revenge.
This cold life is its end.
The foretelling was a tiny spot of red, on my little bed.
Please help me for my own thoughts, they tell me to kill the one person I hate, myself.
The light just revealed itself to me and all I see is red so dark it’s black.
It finally makes sense, blood is dripping, thorns are ripping flesh, come to me.
Ill be your friend but ill will hurt, ill die for you.
The world is my friend for im already dead inside… so goodbye.

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.