Running Through Crowds - by Erik Smith
running through crowds
bloody knife in hand
stabbing people as i pass
over and over again
without remorse
finally
i have been destroyed
cracked down the middle
the demon building within is loose
hiding under the mask of my former self
my face nailed to a hockey mask
whenever it suits him
laying in bed soundly
dreaming about birds and flowers
a lone perfect child
my grandpa thinks to himself
as i run through a field
covored in the blood of several others
followed by a crowd of angry police
it's not hard to see
if you look a little closer
pay attention to what i've said
remember what i have said?
if i ever cut my hair,
run.
I am going to kill everyone.
uncaringly destroy people's lives.
