Whispers Poem by Jeremiah JamesNolan Knight

I push my thumbs into the eyes of those who made me this way to the back of their skull.
Make them scream in agony making music for hell itself.
Make their blood be wine for those who were hurt and disembowelled by whom they hurt.
sword to sword.
shield to shield.
make the blood feed the earth.
make it alive again.
I'll rejoice into the screaming of those who made me this way.
I'll make sure that their tears will never reach its full potential.
Make sure that they will sing in the right tune.
Make sure that they will never see the light again.
Torture them from toe to head.
Slowly and painfully.
Never start with the head, it gets them to fuzzy.
Trauma and Anguish.
I'll Make them feel sorrow and unhappiness just like me.
I'll Make them despair and despite themselves just like me.
Reverse the track back in time.
Accident?
I don't think so.
For when I'm done, I shall scream in agony to for my life shall go like theirs.