Murderous thoughts conquer my mind,
Vengeance and violence, all intertwined.
Lost souls, spirits and voices sit grim
In a red sea where evil and hurt swim.
The deranged's arms constantly thrash
To find peace before he turns to ash.
While the rich peacefully sit and observe,
Agonized because beauty's what they want to preserve.
Thorns and needles poke at their skin,
Suffering, waiting for their time to win.
But blood oozes and turns to black,
Because they all kill and await their next attack.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
