I Am The Terror

Cha! Cha! Cha!

Humor, no!

Thriller, No!

Suspense, No!

Then what!

Just a poem,

Full of grammatical errors. 

Huh! A poem should be grammatically correct.

It should be correct for publishing purposes...

Else it should be like a river 

Flowing to cut the mountains.

It should be about understanding 

One's feelings and embracing it.

Tik tok tik tok... Doom!

Now what's that!

Just a blast of creativity.

Hahaha! Let that tickling effect

Rise to question society. 

Hoo woman! You are unlike Charlie, the man of humor. 

Great! Humor remains distant 

And an anonymous piece,

Hmm yet, he was an intense critique of modern times. 

What modern!?

Simply a groped in sophistication.

Huh! Conversations have died after all,

Nowadays, people either debate or kill. 

Dhad! Dhad! Dhad! Dhad!

Run, christ run,

Guns are barking now. 

Horcrux and the gun accompany each other now. 

Run, civilizations run

To save your grounds 

And to save your peace. 

Rolling fire balls will kill the awakening of humanity. 

Now, we will celebrate holocaust by terror, indeed!

Zwing! Zwing! Zwing!

Let the terror not flirt and fling

With modern appetite of humanity.

Hahaha, humanity...

Bitch, you are talking about humanity. 

It has been killed long back.

Now, what!

You are half dead...

Now, you shall die completely.

Who said that? Who...???

Come on darling, embrace your death,

I am the terror.