Murdering the Masses!
Not swimming through the depths of despair.
Not trying to make the world a better place.
The torture starts to feel better.
The torment starts to feel better.
Something beautiful dies in the dark.
Something twisted lives in the light
These glass eyes make it impossible to see.
The fog lingers, the fog lingers
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
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