The Cleansing

On a blood coated floor
I lay broken and dead.
They all said I wasn't
Quite right in the head.
They all said I was crazy,
A being so wrong.
No one would believe
I would get along.
For so long I was hated.
They dealt me such pain.
That's the service you get
When you're viewed as profane.
Their comments were vile.
They wished I would go
And cut open my wrists
And let my blood flow.
Not one of them thought
I would dare get them back.
I snatched an old hatchet.
I would swing and I'd hack.
Till their bodies laid dead
On the brown forest floor.
My sanity snapped.
I couldn't take any more.
Now the deed is done.
Now their souls will burn.
I've cleansed all but one.
Now it's my turn.