None of Your Business
Every touch of decision,
Cast in the breeze,
Gaining velocity,
Coldness of the soul,
Firely outpour rage reaching strife outcome.
Poisonous darts laughing vainfully,
Engaging anyone on it's path.
Rapid strength,
Spread wide in areas of innocent.
Only to see fall,
Hearts of gold,
Shattered to chillness abyss.
Concern I should let be,
Keeping to my ownself?
One is correct,
But it is a battle within me,
Turning heart's head,
Looking somewhere else in pretend,
Accknowledging that wolves are still among the human race.
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2007
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