I Am Crazy
I speak to the voices inside of my head.
I claw at my eyes until there isn't anything left.
I can feel your eyes on me.
So I smile and wave because I'm crazy.
I finger the knife in my hand.
It's soft, shiny, and feels like grains of sand.
I see my next victim.
And I can feel my plan blossom.
I am ready to kill.
Ready to fulfill.
To feel the scarlet liquid drip down from my face.
Like I had won a card game with just one ace.
To see their terror in their eyes.
To watch them grow bigger then their regular size.
I was ready to eat a filling meal.
To silence a small little squeal.
The police never catch me.
Because I am a King to be.
Yes, you think I am crazy?
Well, you haven't seen anything yet.
-Caroline Adams
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Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -Robert Frost.
