Prose and poetry

one to talk

I will have only one to talk,

I promise that won't be me,

Because if I admit that alone I walk,

I will get depressed and too thinky.

Funny how I always see light,

When He goes to sleep mode,

I could crack all these, I might,

Like to enter slaughter mode.

But he doesn't like when I do,

Doesn't like what I do,

True, maybe the sight of blood,

Is too much for you...

I could also just break some bones,

Test your joints with a chair or a table,

But I think that I'm alone,

To find that acceptable.

No I promise I won't get bloody,

But I can talk about it right ?

No i wanna stay pleaseeee