Be Silent
I am the chainsaw
Often mistaken as
Teddy bear
Don’t come near
This heart has spikes
Unafraid to cut down
What’s in my path
You’ll only be one of
Many rotting tree stumps
At day’s end
Because these teeth are
Circling with an
Insatiable vengeance
In mind
I am the bullet
Shattered glass follows in
My foot steps
Screams of horror at
The sight of what I
Have done
When I pass through
Blood grabs wall
Body hits floor
Heart stops at the
Horrific sight of me
I am the blade
Cutting young skin
Lines across veins
Sharp, cunningly
Piercing into the hearts
Of men
All of whom
Think that I am
To be tamed,
That I am their
Tool to wield
They aren’t sharp
Enough to control the
Direction of this
Blade, extremities
Hitting floor boards
One by one crying out
For the relent of blade’s
Sharpness screaming
Stops
I am the rope
When you meet me
You are near your end
When you betray me
Your end has come
Knotting me up to
Fulfill your own
Purpose, manipulating
My fibers to soothe your
Being
When you’ve met the end
You’ve mistaken me
As weak
Be silent.