• benjamins_poetry_ 10w

    Suicidal need

    I killed a man
    Not just any man
    He shook in disbelief
    His blood gushed in a
    winding twist of defense
    Slurring around to find its way
    within a spell of magic touch
    The man that once was
    was poison to who I am
    When murder on the innocent
    is ignored in blatancy
    times start to change
    with gas on an open flame
    Thus my murder seems justified
    To kill who I once liked
    and fill who I should love
    with the blood of a new dawn