All Manner of Remorseless Pieces of Metal

Hit sits with his eyes closed
Head lowered and arms crossed as if he was wearing a straight jacket
Legs folded Indian style
And a grin more sinister than the blackest

Images flash through his mind
He sees his self with fanglike teeth
Standing with his arms as if he was reaching backwards
Howling at the moon with dismantled corpses beneath his feet

Blood cover his mouth
In the darkest of night
His bones and skin stretch and dislocate as he transforms to his true form
He sees himself as a descendant of the shadows and it feels so right

All manner of remorseless pieces of metal cannot cause the devastation he wants to deliver
Metal rain shower cities and communities do not bring the same effect
"Suffer", he bellows and as the ground rumbles under the presence of his voice
All lives are to be taken until only blood soaked grass blades are left

He opens his eyes and raises his head
Laughing that these thoughts have pushed pure ecstasy through his veins and he succumbs
He looks at his self who stands on the other side of the cage an asks him
Why do you let me out, I just want to have fun

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock