Paul S. Gifford

TRAIN OF THOUGHT

My train of thought just pulled into the station.
And all my maddened inspirations scrambled out,
one after another after another.
Oh such chaos and confusion.
It was a scene of Bedlam.
I quickly tried to congregate them into some orderly fashion,
To contain their intrinsic wickedness.
Yet, my creations vastly outnumber me.
Even now as I attempt to write this.
My hackles are raised.
My senses are reeling.
I perceive them plotting.
Every iniquitous thought I ever created in my vivid imagination.
Each gruesome death scene I ever graphically penned:
The torture,
The fear,
The pain,
Corrupted innocence,
Are all here now…

And they have only one motivation;
They are united by a core powerful purpose…

Revenge on their maker.