Bleed It Out Poem by justin walker

the tears fall and they turn red like scarlet drops of blood
he knows what is about to happen he tries to fight back
but it is starting to manipulate friends, family, and what
he sees through his eyes. now he gets weakened by
trying to think straight. he runs away tryin to escape to gain
more energy. it doesnt work its like the pain is chained to
him. he cant help but to give in. he slowly and unwantingly
staggers to his room. crawls to the bed tryin to not go any
further but its stronger than him. his body is being taking
over by an unseeable force. there in his sight is the tool
of destruction. he grabs it. then walks to a place to sit
and talk. the object is glarin in the lamp light like a
demon with silver eyes. it touches his skin cold and
hell bound. it scratches through the hair and the the skin.
there....more scarlet dripping from his arm. the force gets
happier and happier as the same deed is repeated
over and over again. it gets faster and the tool is being
pressed harder over the skin. then as the last crime is
committed then the tool goes deeper than before. his eyes
spread wide lookin at the gapin hole in his arm. blood gushin like a fountain. he is terrrified.he has nothin to stop the blood. he
lowers his mouth and lets the blood fill his mouth till
something is found. he finds a clean shirt; rips it up ties it around
the hole to hide it and to stop the scarlet from leaking. now he
will live his live with a scar and the painful memory of this evil
form of his soul taking over.