Writer's group entry 1.

This is the first thing I read on the very first day we did writer's group.

It's rather old, but I do like it.

UNTITLED

I,
Would like to apologise.
I don't mean it, I simply wish to earn your trust,
I only want to kill you, and then merrily march my parade on your grave.

I'm the ring master you see, and I march, my baton, it has skulls on both ends and those skulls were both friends and their children?
Well.
I'm afraid all wars must have casualty.

Oh, don't give me those eyes like your better than I!
Just admit it, we all love calamity.

What has peace ever done? but waste heat from the sun!

Let's use the steam from our guns and force tragedy.

Oh, no no no no no.
Shake your fists that I'm evil, I keep blood in my pockets, but tell me,
what have you done to stop it?

But you cry: "I condemn it! And I pray every night!"

Well then, maybe your prayers can stop bullets in flight,

but if not!
Then you are all rather guilty.

The whole sky will corrode as the ice fills your bones and I tell you,
IT WILL BE BRILLIANT.
What we can't kill,
we'll enslave, and you'll watch and you'll say "Some will live..." YES! That's unfortunate isn't it?

And of COURSE I'm a murderer, it was all of you who have made me,
and I look into the facse children I've forced into slavery, but not you, look away, it's unsavoury.

However,
If it were YOU, you would hate me, in your homes kill your babies!
invade, and in horror you face me.

With your legs broken you lie, and you watch and you cry "Someone save me!"
but your pleas will be smothered by the screams of your brother as I stomp his face into the pavement.

He wears the floor as his mask while I drink from the flask with potential and blood in its mix.

Some do it for pride; some do it for vengeance but me, I do it for kicks.

AND you?

What's your motive?

You don't act, but you stare, you seem both intrigued,
and at the same time don't care.

Fine, have it your way,
I didn't want to but it seems you want me to give it a name.
Either through neglect, or direct, you and I,

are the same.

-fin