Seriel Killer Poem by Vishal Sharma

When the dark world turns white in the flash of irony,
And witty thoughts being sprinkled with the smear blood,
When love has a reason over the must getting betrayal,
And we being selfish human mere being wake up.

Our inside seriel killer, everynight, wakes up in the misery
We have forgotten up our identity, living in others face,
Just a random shot of ego and a condemned war of praise,
Our mind makes our body an asylum of grinding corpses.

Wake up being tortured into the pool of the icy blood,
Just make up your mind never to harm an inch of blood,
Give yourself the power to earn the revenge of the pool,
Ear all those lessons, though meaningless, learn in school.

Part life, part blood and the tearing away ripples
Grab your killer and put its head on the guillotine
Just a thought, although random, worth more than little,
But kill your serial killer before it got out the way.........!

FOR AN ANOTHER HUNT.