8/13/2014
Wise Eyes of a Killer
The eyes of a killer are cold,
Like ice.
Crazy like wind.
The wild swirls,
Scars your world.
Tell me wise man,
With every stab what do you feel?
Does it affect your heart of steel?
Are you startled by the guilt?
Does it cover you like a quilt?
Tell me wise man,
How do you deal?
