Angst Never Poem by aryaindia india

The mind of a terrorist - filled up with a feel against the world


I kill, torture, enjoy the pleasure
Of seeing others in writhing pain
They must not die but be in agony
For I'm apeased by their grotesque anguish

The rotten stretch of clinging imagination
Bleeds the wounds with abhored stench
For I care not caress the infliction
Nor try even by chance to make life easier

For, I celebrate the untold suffering
The destiny of mankind that rots like plague
Reeling in depths of insecurity of revenge
I am the very anger in my bloody veins

Yes, my gushing blood is thick jet black
Go ahead tell, yes, tell them who think
Think that my blood runs red
Go tell them it is thick jet black

By aryaindia


Author's comments:
I put myself in the shoes of a terrorist