Buying weapons is fun

Using weapons gives me pleasure

I take guns to make runs to deliver peace

I am that beast which howls in the silence

Laughing

When sounds of tortured yells fill the air

Simple because it excites me

More stimulating than any other stimulant

Drug or otherwise

Surprise is the key to entertainment

Piercing the soul

Turning blood flow to bleeding

Equal to the magnitude of blame

Times emotional feelings

Wounds that strike deeper than grieving

Perceiving perception is one way to see me

Just focus on the reflection

Of the reflection that you are seeing

I’m not the turbulent gongs

But the faint echoes you are hearing

FEAR ME! FEAR ME! FEAR ME SO!

The hand that hold the remote

Is barely in control

Thinking you are aware

Is far from knowing

That urge to see painted walls is growing

That craving is craving for you to feed

The taste is seducing your tongue

Kissing to your needs

Open the gates and release me

Together we can plow the world

Of the dangerous species

Deliver sin to the sinners

Who cry for a response

The longer you keep me hidden

The more I will consume you

Until you no longer exist

Don’t you turn against me

Buy that knife

BY OSCAR TORRES LEON