Hero
Deliver to the wolves
What clean hands you keep
Emotionally empty
No existence of love
when hatred runs so deep
Obviously oblivious
Understandably suspicious
Keep aiming and baiting
While it is the reasoning she misses
No other option
Or excuse, nor circumstancial exception
Mistakes and accomplishment
Decorate the path we keep taking
And talking and cannot listen
Stumble far from intentions
Insanely asinine
Incompresensabley common
Cowardly comments, and critical judgments
You are all weak and pathetic
More horror than Human.
I hope for your suffering
While contributing nothing.
And standing in ruin.
end
May 2nd 2009
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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