an ill wind stirs the stagnation of solitude
and primed mental devices ignite
his fuse burns, but for how much longer?

rage and hate born of abandonment
red and black color his pockmarked soul
holes plugged with woeful propaganda

lies sown for truth in the sadness of his youth
fed from misery’s outstretched hand
perversion is all he has ever known

the final lie uttered to usher in
a twisted sense of power—joy for his last hour

black the night; red the street
as his dick stiffens in his pants…
burgundy misted chaos kisses his smile

red—black—dead… “tonight at 5pm!”

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh


Don’t freak out, I haven’t lost my mind! 😛 I wanted to try something darker than usual. Something perspectiveish… I don’t know if this is what psychos think/feel, but I imagine it can’t be far off. I also wanted to add a sarcastic nod to the media as well…because they glorify these people. Anyway…not crazy! Just a writer! lol



25 thoughts on “Red-black-dead…

  1. I like it. It is interesting to step into the shoes of a very different person. It is part of the fun of writing. We can explore both the dark and the light…the pure and the unclean…the normal and the freakish. ..

    Always good to step out of your usual perspective once in a while . It can help us to understand our own perceptions better.

    Sending love and light,

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