dark poetry entry 2

I have a feeling I'm going to do something tonight after everyone has gone to rest

In their dark colored beds made of satan and wood

The ripping of skin will be covered by screams

The type of music so violent it makes my duty seem clean

All I wanted to say, I coudn't

This tale is regret

All becasue of the error on the screen

I will sue the company after I've stained my carpet crimson red.

What hand? I ask
What arm? I question again?

Right on left. Left on right.

All I should have said, I coudn't

Because the fucking error on the screen

"Temporary difficulties" it said

Too bad it was wrong, my problems are ongoing

I watched a sad movie that almost let me cry

I held it back and told myself a lie

I try to hold it and save it for later

In the dark of night, when only the crimson can drip.