My Mind Bleeds Tragedies - Mortal Decay

You never can get used to the smell of burn victims, Or the sight of a dead

child,

So repulsed yet I can’t look away, heads separated, exhumed from twisted wrecks

Sifting through the debris, identifying the bodies, pronounced dead.

Adrenaline rush when screams and cries collide in such perfect harmony,

Crosses on the roadside symbolize the shattered memories, I often envision

The broken bodies on collision.

The overwhelming pain, their final words, thoughts of loved ones watching

Them fall dead… satisfies the morbid curiosities

Stimulating the crazed imagination.

Exhilaration, inhaling the stench of Incinerated flesh, gut wrenching reality, the goriest of all homicides.

Thirst the blood of suicide, revisiting the crimes sights of nauseating

Death scenes.

Their brutalized, inanimate images in the morgue fascinate.

Witnessing appalling autopsies, victims of catastrophes crippled and

Paralyzed, facial lacerations, pieces of the amputated.

Anxious for more

When they bleed so viciously I crave for this world of violence.

When the

Shrieking intensifies in agonizing surgeries.

Life so sacred, yet defouled with such carelessness my mind bleeds

Tragedies.