Inkblot

**I must have composed this two whole years ago. This is quite old to me. Anyway, at the time, I was quite intrigued by the Rorschach test. Still am. I hope this causes some shivers for you.

Keep in mind. It is free verse, and choppy for a reason. As always, comment on any help with grammar.



Inkblot

Swirls of whites and blacks,
each puddle wringing dry a poor soul,
sucking away the stability of a weak mind.

Fires of doom burn behind the eyes
of the mad.
Salvation is thrust upon the poor and unfortunate
deemed deranged.

The puddles morph,
each into their own terror.
Dogs rip apart their owner,
guns shoot dead their creator
The world runs red with its own greed.

Manipulated,
is fear and chaos,
thrown upon the strange and odd
mutants within weak minds

Insanity is forced upon men
and children alike.
Chaos and turmoil,
trapped within millions of minds,
souls,
and hearts.

Swirls of white and black,
each puddle wringing dry a poor soul,
sucking away the stability of a weak mind.

Nightmares gush like ocean's behind the eyes
of the deranged.
Judgment is passed onto the twisted and perverted
deemed mad

They morph,
each into candy coated horrors long passed.
Men crumble with grief,
despair takes hold of heroes
and the globe withers in terror

Each blot,
forces itself into the subconscious
and tears away the last shreds of humanity,
Trapped in one heart,
one soul,
one mind,
one man.