It
starts in my head
this
growing sensation
strange
voices that spread
taunting
through temptation
The
constant flirtation
my
mind they misled
too
much aggravation
I
lash out instead
Was
flesh that I shred
heightened
my elation
got
covered in red
to
hell with damnation
Look
there's my creation
just
laying in bed
through
close observation
I
concur, he's dead
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Quadrilew
Quatrain Poem
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