I feel eyes
On my back...
They all marveled at the carnage,
congratulating themselves...
A cold dead body on the ground;
lifeless meat against wet concrete...
Bathroom door locked, faucet on full blast...
blood spotting on arms, tissue paper wrapped...
Summer grass swaying in the wind.
A small child's cry floating in the breeze...
I slit my wrist and then I curse
The moon has finally eclisped the earth...
Deep inside
The recess...
I held the Spear of Destiny
i plunged it in His side...
Standing room only,
not even room to kneel and pray...
Run through the woods
Try to be quiet...
She came to me
like an apparition; white hot, clad in a wreath of...
I'm trapped in my own twisted world,
With no where to run or hide...