I Should've Noticed..

Death sounds so inviting.
Blood looks lovely.
Horror.
Gore.
Darkness seeps in.
But I still want more.

I take the needle.
Swallow the pills.
Blood-shot.
A whole lot,
Of us like to kill.

City of red liquid.
The police don't care.
They wouldn't.
They couldn't,
Stop us if they dared.

By the end of the night,
We've committed many crimes.
Didn't notice.
Didn't want this.
My mind not in line.

Morning comes.
I've realized my mistakes.
Dazed out.
Head on ground.
But by then it's too late.