I roam the streets in a mask
Clean, white, happy
It's a daunting task
Case it's hating
It pulls on its cahins
Hidden in their cars
It hears their ppain
Just beyond it's bars
"Watch it wanker!"
The chains rattle, the cage holds
"Please? Anything? I haven't eaten..."
They walk on by, they could care less
"You're a fucking waste of space"
The bars bend, it howls
It peeks out
Through the sea of stone masks
He's pushed deeper into a pool of disgrace
"Good for fucking nothing."
A stone mask stands above the ragged man
alice and hate radiating from it
The mask turns and spies me
The bars groan and crack
An arm reaches through, clawing
"The fuck do you want"
I give in to my rage
The bars burst outwards and it's let loose from its cage
YOU ARE READING
Letting it Flow
PoetryLatest: Abyssal: Lonely I'll be, under the sea. Collection of my thoughts, feelings and all the stuff like that put in the form of either bad poetry or bad mini-stories. Either way, read it and call me a weirdo, I always liked being called that.
