29 March 2015

a Humanity's Stain

What was I doing, this was insane
Where did I get all this pent up rage
When will I be free of all this pain
Why though did my feelings disengage
I remember some things in flashes
You were in several, covered in red
They got gruesome though filled with passion
We both took in the darkness which spread
If the voices would just stay quiet
and stop trying to pester me about
or filling my mind with dread and doubt
but if they did oh what a riot
How many more are going to die
Who else will catch my murderous eye

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

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