| Walls and What Not
Into the oblique blackness lets go
Mind in hand and heart on platter
Into deaths dominion lets frolic
Carefree, feet warped, tight sinewy bones skin cased
Into the mind the and lunatic merry go round lets go
Bloodshot...frenzied...and unkempt
Onto the alter behind gauzy curtains
Its time to burn down the walls grins the darkness of the past
__________________ "One murder makes a villain, millions a hero. " - Beilby Porteus, Death, A Poem |