Death By Multicolored Thoughts Poem by Autumn VanBrown

Twice is dawn but into the night,
Life lived to the fullest when the day is bright.

What happens to those who say things they will regret?
Thoughts of taking back the words they once bet.

When in thought, does your mind think alike?
Storms are rages with lightning and a horror spike.

You kill yourself happily with a smile as heavy as a pound.
You are begging for joy and laughter in this God forsaken crown.

Pure evil thoughts roam through your brain.
Now a killer with a slight taste of pain.

What do they want am I crazy or am I sane.
Nothing is crazy about conducting the everlasting Hell Train.

You fool, pathetic and sick piece of thought.
Seek the death to others you have brought.

Anti everything and sing all of the things within.
Like my thoughts for I am the only one crazy enough to shed my skin.

Dirt speckles like shine how ironic.
My thoughts in a corner and my only friend, my healing tonic.

The things within this head colors like a rainbow.
Darkness bring whatever is inside the black crow.

When can I get my freedom? When will it end?
Laughing and smiling because my faith will never bend.

Back where I started such a long time ago.
Now it is you who dies my friend now go.

Hate come in words meant to remember.
Words as cold as ice in the late December.

Am I heartless because you did this to me?
No I now sit in my room rocking silently.

Hanging in my dreams with a rope and a tree.
Is my new bound hatred my plea?

Oh how the blood makes my mind see blue.
It is the blood of that shed for you.

Selfish needs kill those with eyes.
If looks could kill they would be limitless skies.

I end your breath with this knife in my hand.
Heart is breaking and now I myself cannot stand.

Sick and tired without something to think.
Death in their eyes and on the edge is their brink.

How I laugh at the soil underneath your feet.
Covering it up six feet is indeed my treat.

Again I ask do you think I am sad,
Of course not for this death makes me glad.

Crazy, rocking and trying to feel normal.
People dressed in white and I the only one who is formal.

Lies told and truth put on hold.
I feel like striking again as I laugh feeling bold.

What can you say to this medieval line.
Multicolored death and blood as thick as it is fine.