souls infused with hatred
killings just another word
for acceptance
I’m winning me a prize you say
as you actively seek out
those who answer the call
of your feeble brain
God help us all!
you want to run with the bad guys
and prove yourself worthy
a part of something bigger
mean keen and dirty
to be one of them
is all that surely matters?
united in twisted reality
and the blood that is splattered
with jagged thrusts of a knife
you spill the blood and take the life
of innocence...lost forever
thanks to your evil endeavours
as the blood forms a puddle
on the unforgiving road of gravel
in anonymous streets and places
that were once a means to an end
to get to what you call home
now because of your deed
their end...is your means
all that's left is minds tortured
with carefree abandon
we know their loved ones live on
long after the cruel act is done
nothing takes away the agony
even time is never guaranteed
to lessen its grip and give succour
to the hearts torn asunder
when the light has dimmed
and souls have flown
their journey through this life
but what of those left behind
Who are left to mourn
each drop of blood
bereft of their loved ones
who they sought to build character
happy individuals on a path paved
of what could have been
bedrooms lay empty
of words left unspoken
in a world where violence
those whose lives are not
knives were never made
to kill a human being
so you got you wanted
how proud you must be
no peace you’ll find
when sleep evades you
your act of depravity
eventually you’ll have
whatever your thoughts are
there will come a time
when death’s crooked finger
then what will you say
of what you’ve accomplished
think carefully before
you can’t retrace your steps
suffering is not only for those
but for us all
there I will leave you
and the ghosts of lost souls













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