Being a psycho

by arsalan   Jul 24, 2015


Being a psycho
trees of black
cities of grey
the lifeless bodies of our preys
the empty veins of the dead.
a psychopath near his end.
he sees life like an empty shell
he sees love like a living hell.
in fact he never sees love, nor feels it.
his life is the living manifestation of hell.
no emotions, blind to the world, always sad and broken.
violent thoughts, lost in a murderous maze.
being a psycho is hopeless,
and the end is always the same.
Death, by an unnatural way.

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    "Being a psycho
    trees of black
    cities of grey
    the lifeless bodies of our preys
    the empty veins of the dead."

    ^^ WHOA! This is one hell of an intro. I love the flow here and the power of your voice. The style is interesting and works well to bring this piece to life, it's open and accepting of your anger/pain.

    The next few lines have interesting perspective but they don't really grip me the way the beginning did. However, the way you feel is clear and almost enticing as you go about describing it to us. Not welcoming but rather interesting and it left me thinking.

    Well written, very interesting.

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