Another Poem, another ryme,
Subliminal messages of suicide.
Stories of broken-hearts and empty holes,
Inner-depression and unresting souls.
Menacing shadows, scarce of light,
Unhinging corners, dead of night.
Blood stained cloth scarred by knife,
Crippled carcus missing life.
No asperation, dying hope,
Missing princeples, honors a joke.
Barb-wire-crown, the burning dove,
Hate rules all, overpowering love.
Sentences scratched, ordered to bleed,
Telling of lust, envy and greed.
The conclusion though, ain't that vile,
when you turn the page, and see the word smile. |