Poems of Me

Be Realistic Now

25/10/14

Broken in ash

Sprinkling of cracked glass

A droplet of scars

And a diploma of evil laughs

Scarred to the bone

Melted all alone

Hung up high

It's but a far cry

Disturb the minds of young

Mutate their innocent fun

Shackle them from the floor

Let them experience gore

Build their hopes in slight

Let them use fight or flight

Kidnap their shells

From all but where they dwell

Tell tales of the differential

Prove that, to you, they're special

Dement their brains further

Get a sentence close to murder

Train them to be like you

Make their moves improved

Lock them away to starve

Then let them out to commit large