Nightmare

Black sky. Blood moon. A scream echoes from somewhere in the distance. This is my town, plenty different from yours. Blazing sunlight. Skyscrapers. Music being played in a park. No, nothing like that. There you have order, laws, police. There your children can play in the streets without being taken by some unseen stranger. Yes, what a perfect little world. What a scene, something right out of a dream. But not in my town. Here we have no laws, no order, no police. Here your children would be killed and raped by the very people you live with. Here, chaos and destruction prevail. Here, crime goes without punishment. Here people die slowly as they burn for entertainment. Here people are tortured for fun. Here is where true devils carry out their sick twisted deeds. And even sadder, we are the people that your town needs. For we are the reason your laws were created. We whose sick minds would not be sedated. We who have been exiled from your world, wish only to return. To give you something to fear at night. To draw from your fear our own delight. We who have slaughtered and killed your friends, have now returned.

So let's begin...

This is one of my pieces that I posted to allpoetry.com, so as far as I've been told, it's got an automatic copyright on it. Or something like that.

Later Drones.

-The Virus