The Helpless End of an Unhinged Soul

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Ok, I don't know if this would actully be considered morbid but I figured it was a decent poem. You all will see this at a later date and time on my own "live Journal."

The helpless end of an unhinged soul

Sitting here losing my mind,
Time on the wings of an invisible raven,
I know what comes at the ninth hour of now,
Oh, little people fear it well,
It will come...it will come.

Twiddling my hands in anticipation,
Sweating like a greedy hog,
My eyes light up with knowledge,
I will watch you all crumble,
It is near...it Is near.

Laughing, the rumble insane,
Sanity lost inside the files of my mind,
Everything stops into slow motion,
The drops of tears squandering into a puddle of damnation,
Seven minutes...Seven minutes.

Trembling fingers reach for the string,
Capsizing your security boat brings me tremendous joy,
Screams reverberate from the street,
My ceiling begins to shake,
IT IS HERE! IT IS HERE!

Strapping me down to the bed,
They shoot my arms with needles,
Whats this white suit that confines me?
Don't they know its the end?
I am not crazy! Obliteration is here...I am not crazy...

-End- by.Crystal

OK, The Error's Have been fixed. I hope it will make everyone who was upset smile and give me input on the poem itself, not the grammar. -Crystal-