Bowl of Sorrow

Eating bowls of dying meat sucking poison which taste sweet. Gas filled bodies that retain their juice a dead little dog that took abuse. The death song plays for a mutilated boy insane parents who receive no joy. Black dogs bark at the funeral fires death looks down and picks his desires. The decapitated body of an unknown man no one cried which was part of the plan. A shot in the dark took the poor man down crazy children laugh as they hear the sound. 'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man slay your neighbor as fast as you can No one hears this , no one understands 'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man. A slash of the knife brought grandma down the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground. The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child the man with the knife is running wild. The meat in the gutter might be your own for you are left for dead and to the dogs you were thrown ! © By Larry Hays