Poem4: Corrupted (A Terror Poem)

Waiting for the midnight tick
He looks at her, he’s so sick
No one ever knew why
He just tough she should die

He’s a good man, even a nice guy
He wants to fight it but it’s worthless to try
She’s running away, running from the freak
She thinks it’s scary, he thinks its hide and seek

Playing with her life, messing with her senses
The demon in is corrupted soul dances
He reached into his pocket and grabbed a knife
She was against a wall, when he took her life

No one should die like that
But it’s not over I bet
Now he’s covered in blood stains
No humanity remains

He’s possed by a demon
Now he can’t live on
Because he’s a killer
He hates to be a sinner

The poor man has no choice
He’s corrupted by a voice
That demon within
Makes him live in sin

Bending to the demons will
He chooses who to kill
‘’ Oh, this one is a keeper’’
‘’ I really should seek her’’

She had a white dress
He was a perfect mess
So he took a scissor out of his pocket
And drained her blood into a bucket

Laughing the higher he could
He was in a killing mood
He got away from the light
He’s now a creature of the night

His soul is now made of stone
He cries all morning, all alone
He knows that he can’t make emends
His self inducted nightmare never ends

He fell into the dark place of his mind
A place that only hate could find
Were a demon could rest
And put his sanity to the test

Now nothing is ok
And the bodies decay
He smells like death
He smells like demons sweat

And at night, he waits to see
The third target of his killing spree
This time he’ll use an axe
To complete his unholy task

She heard a laugher so sick
That the poor women grabbed a brick
When she realized the man was mad
She threw the brick against his head

The man wasn’t laughing anymore
He just pushed her to the floor
He just snapped and went crazy
No one ever recognized the lady

‘’ I finally understand ’’
‘’ I know how this’ll end ’’
‘’ I cannot kill somebody else ’’
‘’ So I have to kill myself ’’

He grew tired of that game
He couldn’t even remember his name
So he turned guilt into pain
And he put a bullet in his brain

The demon was very surprised
He went back to hell and never raised
Before I go any further
Know that he killed himself to safe another

No one runs from their nature
Because it will find you sooner or later
That bloody bullet showed us that
The monster in us is a confirmed fact

And maybe monsters and demons are an excuse
For a lonesome sicko that lost it, and went lose
Maybe you’re a human, with humanity cuted in half
And after all, don’t we run from everything but ourselves?

By: Pedro Lavouras