Fists slam
Slam against
The black lamb
Of this society
Anxiety comes over it
And it drums it's cords
Lord's only mistake
Lamb break bones with its fear
Later groans in prison
For rising
Against the gore inflicted upon it
But it had no brawn to fight
The bright in his eyes
Dries out
Shout Death!
This child has no breath...
Don't you have a wild sympathy?
To simply kill off the old and cruel
You're just a ghoul.
Must you kill something so different and innocent?
*I'm ill from all of this rhyming... Haha get it? No? Oh.. okay*
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
