7 Days of Bloodshed

This is some great material, really, I can’t believe it

Can’t get enough, give me more, I definitely need it

A day without it, I can’t go, would you believe I’d be sick?

A dirty bag of goodies keeps me on edge and hinged on these tricks.

Monday’s more morose metamorphosed from mundane

Tuesday’s twice as tumultuous, taking target at titillating then tame

When Wednesday comes we welcome the whole worlds wane

Thursday thrills thoroughly through the third day’s thane

Friday’s frivolous folly foreshadows the fanning of flames

Saturday’s saturated with the sadistic satirically slain

Sunday Sunday Sunday’s slumber sedates none but some, sin is the same

“It’s the end of days, can’t you see it?

So we might as well stay

together for a while and play!”

I’m so different than most, so in love with it, I can stomach it

And I just don’t see a problem if it never officially quits

I live and breathe it and it makes me whole…especially this…

Every time I turn on my television…there it sits…

Perched atop my senses, thankful with each breath that despair exists

Without it I would be nothing, unable to narrate the rare rate

At which my heart pumps blood through my veins in their state

Of complete ecstasy and never wanting to come down or aerate

An airdate is not needed for this fair slate of stimulants and snare bait

It pulls me in and ensnares my stare, eyes peel, glue and flare my pate

But dare I say…I can feel it in the air today, bedlam, carnage, dismay

Chaos, destruction, famine, war, murder, death, kill, disarray

I’m basking in it now, smile so sinister, feeling so true

To myself, and I laugh at the façade that had me feeling so blue

Hidden away in my happy place where the death toll rises

Violence claims them all like contestants claim prizes

Stuck to my devices but was troubled by my vices

Never regret my decision to make the world realize…I like it

So tell yourself, we are different you and I if you must

Tell the television to stop spouting, while shouting…SHUT UP!!!

Keep acting like you are convinced that humanity betrayed your trust

Then stop and just…join me, together…you and I, we and us

Because everyday mankind finds a new way to define…bloodlust